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Love Begins

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Kaledo Art

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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DEAR READER

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d e v o n
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Peter Solarz
$LAYYYTER
YOU ARE THE REASON
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IT’S SO HARD WHEN YOU’RE IN A CUDDLY MOOD AND DON’T HAVE ANYONE TO CUDDLE WITH THIS IS AN OUTRAGE
the poor youth of today
“I’ll wait”
I’m officially at that age where I want to be in a relationship relationship
Deadass 😭
Hello I’m in the “Grandma Tala and Grandma Coco made me bawl my eyes out and they deserved the world” club
Animated Grandma Appreciation Post
I love them all
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Things to look forward to when contemplating becoming a Social Worker
Crying in your office
Bladder infections/UTIs
Dehydration
Increased irritability due to lack of sleep and other’s stupidity
Starvation
A lot of work for little reward (monetary or emotional)
Paying off student loans until the day you die
Crying in your office some more
When someone you love dies, and you’re not expecting it, you don’t lose her all at once; you lose her in pieces over a long time—the way the mail stops coming, and her scent fades from the pillows and even from the clothes in her closet and drawers. Gradually, you accumulate the parts of her that are gone. Just when the day comes—when there’s a particular missing part that overwhelms you with the feeling that she’s gone, forever—there comes another day, and another specifically missing part.
John Irving (via grief-observed)
Someone who probably genuinely cares about me: how are you doing?
Me in my head: i’m so sad and i hurt so much and i really truly don’t know what to do anymore
Me irl:
college is just the worst opinions you’ve ever heard being counted as participation points
if you’ve ever taken an ethics class with 19 year old rich white business majors, you should automatically get your degree because enduring four months of Ryan Henry Harrington III’s hot takes will be the hardest thing you ever have to do