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me in ten years: “hey do you still like me, idk ur just being quiet”

my husband: “babe I'm sleeping”

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karensdisciple

THIS SHOW GIVES NO FUCKS

themiracleofmusic

Relevant.

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HERE IT IS!

themiracleofmusic

We all have our origin stories.

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My Friends: Care and tend to their well thought out blogs Me:

I don't think I will ever truly get over the regret I have that comes from losing my parents at such an early age, especially losing my father. That will always be my only regret.

To be honest, this is exactly how I want to spend my birthday. I'm not doing anything and I'm not really going out of my way to hang out with anyone. Just being at home and reading; learning is what I want most. I know plenty of people go out of their way to make the day special. "It's your day, do whatever you want. Go crazy!" Type of mantra but honestly I'm just not feeling it. I'm not that important that I have to go out of my way to make people recognize me. Those who truly care will let me know and those who don't, well I wouldn't want to talk to them anyway. There will be plenty of days for me to go out and have a great time. Today just isn't one of them. I'm fine with that. I'm fine with celebrating other people over myself. This world is not about me. This day is not about me.

Yeah so it's becoming really hard for me to keep my big mouth shut on social media. I thought this was funny as fuck I'm sorry.

madderhatter

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Did Roy ever find his boyfriend?

madderhatter

he did

clarke-mason

mytwisteddaceyluv

Micky got yo’ back!

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sorryforhavinganopinion

One time I was playing The Sims. My kid had a soccer game, and while the teams were huddled up, I changed to buy mode and put washing machines around the opposing team, enclosing them within their detergent scented prison. Thanks to my ingenious strategy, my child’s team was able to take the ball from the opposite goalie and score repeatedly. By the time the clock ran out, we were up 46-0, and the opposing team was sobbing in puddles of their own piss. I am the best soccer mom.