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ITS FLOOR TIME!!! IF YOU SEE THIS IT'S A SIGN TO GO HUG UR FLOOR AND THEN LIE FLAT ON IT LIKE A BUG THAT'S BEEN UPTURNED!!!!!!! WIGGLE!!!

I was sitting out back and I heard a bird sing a tune that sounded kind of like a few notes of Pink Pony Club and I envisioned training a bunch of wild birds to sing for food, and I posted a video on tiktok and it went viral and suddenly people were training birds to sing worldwide and then other birds realized they could get attention/food from humans by mimicking this behavior and then there were big roaming flocks of songbird choruses, and then record companies started trying to copyright strike -birds- and it was so unpopular that media corporations started running absurd anti-bird campaigns trying to manufacture consent for exterminating all birds and it got wild traction with conservatives to the point where they were killing birds in the streets and like gloating about their bird kill counts and then every day there were stories like “all flamingoes are gone” and john oliver was like ummm guys flamingoes don’t even sing but eventually all birds were gone and there was weird discourse like some people would argue that platypuses count as birds because of their beaks and there was a really popular influencer who like posted videos about baking with reptile eggs and life on earth go so profoundly fucked without birds that whole food chains started to collapse until all basically all life withered away and I was sitting out back of my house (somehow, I was still here where I heard that first bird) and it was so, so quiet

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does anyone have the screenshot of the comment on the youtube video of molten iron slag being poured where it's a guy describing his experience witnessing the same thing written in the most beautiful prose imaginable

@f2tal @barabones with your key addition of 'seagulls,' i was able to find it!

t-shirt that says ‘I LOVE BEING ALONE IN QUIET DARK PLACES.’ on the front and ‘I AM NOT A FUNGUS.’ on the back.

OH MY GOD

What the sneef? I'm snorfin' here!

This was a whole thread, here are some of my favourites:

#228 - #229. While male Houndoom are solitary, females often make pacts with herding pokémon, offering protection from other hunters. In trade, they choose a member of the herd to feast on when hungry and safety for their pups.

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Plently of fish in the sea

Gorgeous!!! Love Sykh he so cool!! Aro rep let's goooo x3

Guys is it bad to want to try out different pronouns if I feel like it? Been thinking about it for a while and I'm not UNcomfortable with being a guy. But I'm just wondering if there's something more for me and my identity. Like I just wanna add some stuff.

it is absolutely essential to have friends you can have extremely insane pervert conversations with. this is kind of what makes life worth living

grief is so crazy like what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. does she know i loved her. i miss her so much. i catch myself doing things she used to do. i wish i could call her. i miss her so much. i do a crossword puzzle. i cry while washing the dishes. does she know i loved her? my heart feels like a hummingbird. i miss her so much. what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. what if i forget.

I want so badly to remember everything about her. If I could remember how she sounded when she hummed, or how her clothes smelled, I could stitch together pieces of her in my mind and keep her close.

i worry sometimes that my memory of him is wrong, like i’ve put it out of order. i wonder if he loved me like his kid in the way that i loved him like a father. i can remember the bar rag he always had in his pocket. but is that enough to keep his memory alive?

"what if a dangerous man pretends to be trans to-" what if we actually dealt with the underlying causes of dangerous men. what if predators faced real consequences more often. what if you stopped using trans women as a proxy for your grievances with liberal feminism's individualist denial of the need to fight systemic issues.

what if you stopped assigning blame for patriarchy's evils to one of its more vulnerable victim groups.