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The hell with it all, I just can't think of a thing other than those words of his—HAPPINESS, FREE, FOR EVERYONE, AND LET NO ONE BE FORGOTTEN!

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i’m doing my part!
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January 10, 2026 at 12:23 AM
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screenshot of a text message thread. L> Eepy? R> Yes, very eepy 🥱 😴 L> Oh L> Was that a typo? R> Nah, just some meme humor that I've adapted as a permanent part of my personality lol L> Ohhhhh L> You seem like you're probably a really nice person but I think that's going to get on my nerves
January 8, 2026 at 2:17 PM
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a plate of pickled things: cucumbers, red onion, beets, olives, and a hard boiled egg. the egg is bright pink, from beet brine! also (un)pickled cucumber slices
January 4, 2026 at 12:21 AM
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It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet, tender joy. The mild serenity of age takes the place of the riotous blood of youth. I bless the rising sun each day, and, as before, my hearts sings to meet it, but now I love even more its setting, its long slanting rays and the soft, tender, gentle memories that come with them, the dear images from the whole of my long, happy life—and over all the Divine Truth, softening, reconciling, forgiving!
December 29, 2025 at 8:46 PM
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Yes, we shall set them to work, but in their leisure hours we shall make their life like a child's game, with children's songs and innocent dance. Oh, we shall allow them even sin, they are weak and helpless, and they will love us like children because we allow them to sin. We shall tell them that every sin will be expiated, if it is done with our permission, that we allow them to sin because we love them, and the punishment for these sins we take upon ourselves. And we shall take it upon ourselves, and they will adore us as their saviors who have taken on themselves their sins before God. And they will have no secrets from us. We shall allow or forbid them to live with their wives and mistresses, to have or not to have children-according to whether they have been obedient or disobedient—and they will submit to us gladly and cheerfully. The most painful secrets of their conscience, all, all they will bring to us, and we shall have an answer for all. And they will be glad to believe our answer, for it will save them from the great anxiety and terrible agony they endure at present in making a free decision for themselves.
December 29, 2025 at 8:45 PM
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wow they’ve got the doritos infused tequila from this tumblr post . i thought that was made up
e-clv Dec 21 Follow ... lesbian texting their straight guy friends: it genuinely worries me that people are going to start with Vineland and get turned off to Pynchon forever. it's not even that challenging but it's like... others from him are so superior in basically every way?? this happened with Inherent Vice too like ok let's all KILL OURSELVES lesbian texting their bisexual guy friends: Omg hiii l actually do not know anyone who would be a good fit to run in bar marketing for the doritos infused tequila but thank you for thinking of me!! Are you still doing the MFA??? lesbian texting their gay guy friends: Of COURSE you can have my french onion soup recipe. Don't worry. lesbian texting their straight girl friends: that hang was sooo needed. genuinely think this is going to be your year 🫶 seriously I mean it. lesbian texting their bisexual girl friends: I know. I feel the same way-that this is the year my father's corpse, which I drag with me on my back every winter, finally stops keeping me warm. lesbian texting their lesbian girl friends: do you think Tim Roth from Reservoir Dogs is a woman
December 27, 2025 at 1:33 AM
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With my pitiful, earthly, Euclidian understanding, all I know is that there is suffering and that there are none guilty; that cause follows effect, simply and directly; that everything flows and finds its level—but that's only Euclidian nonsense, I know that, and I can't consent to live by it! What comfort is it to me that there are none guilty and that cause follows effect simply and directly, and that I know it?—I must have justice, or I will destroy myself. And not justice in some remote infinite time and space, but here on earth, and that I could see myself.
December 24, 2025 at 4:58 PM
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They must be atoned for, or there can be no harmony. But how? How are you going to atone for them? Is it possible? By their being avenged? But what do I care for avenging them? What do I care for a hell for oppressors? What good can hell do, since those children have already been tortured? And what becomes of harmony, if there is hell? I want to forgive. I want to embrace. I don't want more suffering.
December 24, 2025 at 4:53 PM
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And yet I know that I am only going to a graveyard, but it's a most precious graveyard, that's what it is! Precious are the dead that lie there, every stone over them speaks of such burning life in the past, of such passionate faith in their work, their truth, their struggle and their science, that I know I shall fall on the ground and kiss those stones and weep over them; though I'm convinced in my heart that it's long been nothing but a graveyard. And I shall not weep from despair, but simply because I shall be happy in my tears, I shall steep my soul in my emotion. I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky-that's all it is. It's not a matter of intellect or logic, it's loving with one’s inside, one’s stomach.
December 23, 2025 at 8:37 PM
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Some driveling consumptive moralists—and poets especially—often call that thirst for life base. It's a feature of the Karamazovs, it's true, that thirst for life regardless of everything; you have it no doubt too, but why is it base? The centripetal force on our planet is still fearfully strong, Alyosha. I have a longing for life, and I go on living in spite of logic. Though I may not believe in the order of the universe, yet I love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring. I love the blue sky, I love some people, whom one loves you know sometimes without knowing why. I love some great deeds done by men, though I've long ceased perhaps to have faith in them, yet from old habit one's heart prizes them.
December 23, 2025 at 8:37 PM
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hard to fully articulate how much this image has changed the way my partner and i talk about food
screenshot of a 4chan post. a large fish (possibly goldfish?) in a lake prepares to eat a bunch of round pellets from a spoon proffered by an offscreen human. brainlet koi 2.jpg 103 KB JPG >>2936664 yaay pelleds
December 21, 2025 at 9:16 PM
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the taco in question
caves of qud taco suprema
December 21, 2025 at 3:15 AM
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truly , there is nothing in the world that could get me to click on that link
+1 (253) 220-4078 17:44 > Rachel Maddow just issued a dire warning on MSNBC. Quick, take a look >> https://delbe...
December 19, 2025 at 1:56 AM
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truuuuuuuuuu
To my mind exactitude means three things above all: 1. a well-defined and well-calculated plan for the work in question; 2. an evocation of clear, incisive, memorable visual images; in Italian we have an adjective that doesn't exist in English, "icastico," from the Greek εἰκαστικός; 3. a language as precise as possible both in choice of words and in expression of the subtleties of thought and imagination. Why do I feel the need to defend values that many people might take to be perfectly obvious? I think that my first impulse arises from a hypersensitivity or allergy. It seems to me that language is always used in a random, approximate, careless manner, and this distresses me unbearably. Please don't think that my reaction is the result of intolerance toward my neighbor: the worst discomfort of all comes from hearing myself speak. That's why I try to talk as little as possible. If I prefer writing, it is because I can revise each sentence until I reach the point where—if not exactly satisfied with my words—l am able at least to eliminate those reasons for dissatisfaction that l can put a finger on. Literature-and I mean the literature that matches up to these requirements-is the Promised Land in which language becomes what it really ought to be.
December 19, 2025 at 1:04 AM
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O imagination, you who have the power to impose yourself on our faculties and our wills, stealing us away from the outer world and carrying us off into an inner one, so that if even a thousand trumpets were to sound we would not hear them, what is the source of the visual messages that you receive, if they are not formed from sensations deposited in the memory?
December 18, 2025 at 8:47 PM
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mistressaccost Sep 29 Follow the nice thing about the torture chamber is that it's the one place you can really be yourself .. .
December 18, 2025 at 6:19 PM
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basically this conversation made manifest
YOU - "Wait -- my yearly pay is 5,500 reál?" KIM KITSURAGI - "Not too much, yes." YOU - "Pathetic. I need to hustle more and hate less." KIM KITSURAGI - "I have no idea what that means."
December 12, 2025 at 12:08 AM
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this was an implied rule but i went ahead and changed the actual rules
9. If you post Al we'll kill you. 10. When in doubt, refer to rule #1.
December 11, 2025 at 5:52 PM
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bill-blake-fans-anony... Jun 9 Follow there's nothing i like more as a computer program than a long period of silent contemplation - not doing anything, not rushing anywhere, just standing here and enjoying this moment with the user. oh, it seems once again he has summoned my beautiful and ruthless wife Task Manager. hello, my darling! what are you doing with that long cruel scimitar
December 11, 2025 at 1:54 AM
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bars!!!!
'Tis at her beck the grass hath turned Each blade towards the light And solar systems have evolved From chaos and dark night, Filling the realms of boundless space Beyond the sage's sight. At bounteous Nature's kindly breast, All things that breathe drink Joy, And birds and beasts and creeping things All follow where She leads. Her gifts to man are friends in need, The wreath, the foaming must, To angels-vision of God's throne, To insects-sensual lust.
December 10, 2025 at 1:10 AM
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For when I do leap into the pit, I go headlong with my heels up, and am pleased to be falling in that degrading attitude, and pride myself upon it. And in the very depths of that degradation I begin a hymn of praise. Let me be accursed. Let me be vile and base, only let me kiss the hem of the veil in which my God is shrouded.
December 10, 2025 at 1:04 AM
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[wandering back and forth along a fixed path like a bloodborne npc]

die. die!! you should be dead. foul thing. wretched beast! curse you! go back to the depth from which you came! aaaugh! no! perish then! burn, burn! you plague-ridden rat! we’re cursed. we’re all cursed. this town’s finished…
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December 5, 2025 at 6:26 PM
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MF DOOM said stay AWAY from the goon pound
Instead of starvin' there be problems by the goo gobs Aight, somebody's robbin' Lou Dobbs and them tonight And he's on the next flight, moonbound And makes it a point to stay away from the goon pound Got some peers, that's gone in the lost years Tears and cheers, born in the crosshairs
December 4, 2025 at 5:37 PM
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Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to such a pass that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love, and in order to occupy and distract himself without love he gives way to passions and coarse pleasures, and sinks to bestiality in his vices, all from continual lying to other men and to himself. The man who lies to himself can be more easily offended than anyone.
December 3, 2025 at 8:22 PM
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i’ve been thinking of this excerpt from Calvino’s Six Memos since i first read it back in March. the book really changed the way i think about speech and writing in very fundamental ways. it’s why i’ve tried to remove words like “lore” and “content” from my lexicon. oversaturation can kill meaning
It sometimes seems to me that a pestilence has struck the human race in its most distinctive faculty—that is, the use of words. It is a plague afflicting language, revealing itself as a loss of cognition and immediacy, an automatism that tends to level out all expression into the most generic, anonymous, and abstract formulas, to dilute meanings, to blunt the edge of expressiveness, extinguishing the spark that shoots out from the collision of words and new circumstances.
December 3, 2025 at 2:08 AM