A Dangerous Distillment

Ask me anything  
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so i was scrollin along on the internet, minding my own business when


okay wtf they can’t be serious


they’re serious

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it infuriates me when people tell me “lifes too short to not forgive people!” like NO lifes too short for me to continually allow abusive and manipulative behavior in my life and live in a constant state of anxiety bc I want to be “nice” or whatever

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i love the term “experiment” when used in the context of sexuality because it sounds so official and educational

“i’m going to suck a dick… for science


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Police brutality in Ferguson costs taxpayers millions.

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523. There is always at least one muggleborn who, when they find out what the topic of their next Care of Magical Creatures class is, freaks out and excitedly runs around the castle chanting DRAGONS DRAGONS DRAGONS.

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Dear Shipwreck,

Even though you’re over a century old, they say that everything inside you is still intact. Even the crew? Must be lonely. I’ll write again.

Dear Shipwreck,

So what’s it feel like to have everything inside you still “intact”? That’s what I want to feel like. But I’ve actually never felt my “insides” at all — I think they’re positioned in a way that keeps them from banging around. When I was small, I would jump up and down for hours trying to make them rattle. Nothing. I am an empty rattle.

P.S. Please write back.

Matthew Olzmann, “For a Recently Discovered Shipwreck at the Bottom of Lake Michigan” (via ilookfromthewings)
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I leave the number and a short
message on every green Volvo
in town

Is anything wrong?
I miss you.

The phone rings constantly.
One says, Are you bald?
Another, How tall are you in
your stocking feet?

Most just reply, Nothing’s wrong.
I miss you, too.

The Ubiquity Of The Need For Love, Ronald Koertge (via marisais)

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