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my thighs don’t touch because i’m fat they touch because they’re in love
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ahh school… *inhales deeply* the sweet smell of a flawed education system and high stress levels
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my parents do this really cute thing called checking up on me every two minutes
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If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.
This is perfect.
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