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if i was in a jane austen novel i would be the one sent to the seaside for my health

something truly horrific about clicking an article about a national or global tragedy only for a pop up to say you only have 3 more free articles this month and then each paragraph of the piece is divided by picture ads for skin creams while a video of a car commercial plays automatically in the corner no matter how far you scroll

apeshit

if you were a mouse and you wanted to change the subject you could say “squeaking of which….”

great-tweets

“Update: The student who wrote the letter has been found and we’re in the process of finding a way to reward her for her actions. Very grateful for what she did”

shaelit

I love this mental image of this quietly horrified and righteous 6th grader just being like ma’am you can’t do that

whycantibeepbadoop

6th grader:

phrenotobe

#the drawing including kids in the bus windows going like :O kills me

shameshomalo

dynastylnoire

All the kids at the same time “ OOOOOOOOOO”

butyoutoldmeiwasfunny

reinasof

a book fell on my head yesterday

reinasof

i guess i only have my shelf to blame

thotify

archive mb for @lowkeyflop

dialapost

all right everyone . its time to stop

anancientheart

Be sad but get up. You don’t have to shower. You can put on the same clothes you wore yesterday. Nobody will care. The sky is blue, wildflowers are blooming by the side of the road. Strangers have stories to tell. Go for a walk, go for a drive, go to a greenhouse, a bookstore, a movie theater. You can stay in bed but nothing is going to happen there. Sometimes you’ve really just got to get the fuck up.

bloodenjoyer

being alone in a public restroom is like i own this place and then someone else walks in and it’s like get out of my fucking house

flowerais-deactivated20211031

your future self loves you. they dream of hugging you and wiping your tears away. they wish they could tell you stories of your future, just to see your smile and relief. they wish they could squish your cheeks and tell you how lovable you are. they miss you. they listen to playlists you made just to experience it again. they wrote you a long love letter too, but you will never read it. you are so loved.

metamorphesque

— Virginia Woolf, a diary entry

metamorphesque

L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables

wnq-writers

“You’ll meet a hundred different people who will describe you in a hundred different ways, don’t dwell too much on the kind of impression you make. Remember, there are a thousand paintings of the sun, but only one that rises and sets each day.”

— Ekta Somera