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going into my new place of work, struggling not to smash a glass bottle on the ground and say "guess which dumb bitch is back on her bullshit again"

its kinda funny how vegan restaurants are the first to get pushed out of a neighborhood once the people who can afford to be vegan start living there

one of my favorite things about this webbed site is that girls think I'm hot when I look tired as fuck and disappointed in them

lewd shitpost, voting 

anyway I voted, now you have to suck my girldick. I'm morally superior now. it's a kink thing

pol, shitpost, nsfw 

"You say this country is free, but when I jack off in a polling booth it's public indecency!" - Dennis Prager

❌ we should have daylight when we go to work in the morning

❌ we should have daylight when we come home from work at night

☑️ we shouldn’t have to work so many hours that we have to ration The Sun

some caps, uspol 

liberal: go fucking VOTE!!!! 😡😡😡
*voting ensues, democrats even win, nothing materially changes*
liberal: AAAAAAGH!!! I knew you couldn't fucking handle it, time to cave to ACTUAL fascists again!!!

tomorrow's elections results. 100% real 

The State will be legitimized by the ritual exercise of "casting votes".

drinking the tears of investors and capitalists who write articles about how it is impossible to invest in mastodon and build a brand here

I need someone to come be emo with me.
Like, we'll do our hair and makeup, we'll and stay up all night singing AFI and MCR and Paramore and Jimmy Eat World and La Dispute and Three Days Grace and secretly Avril Lavigne, and drink red wine and act as if it's actually blood.

i'm kinda between hyperfocuses at the moment lmao

i wonder what the next one'll be

brand twitter is first against the wall when the revolution comes

The Cybre was a long strange way home over the federated timeline now, and she was no console woman, no cybre.space cowgirl. Just another poster, trying to make it through. But the dreams came on in the beach.city night like livewire mountain dew, and she'd cry for it, cry in her sleep, and wake alone in the dark, curled in her futon in some seattle apartment, her hands clawed into the couch cushions, pillows bunched between her fingers, trying to reach the timeline that wasn't there.

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