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what is this im in 2014 again and mcr is everywherethis is myspace for egirls wtf

i hate meatloaf!!! loaves are for bread, not meat

guys is it ok to pee my pants in public??? plz this is not a joke i just pissed my pants in the middle of trader joes

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as many people know, a target in minneapolis was burned down during the protest. This target was not innocent. They fund the Minneapolis poice department, and they refused to sell milk to protesters to ease the effects of tear gas. The denied costumers something that they offered money for, simply because they were protesting for what they believe in. Target deserved what they got, and it's not like having one store burned down is really gonna effect them.

Sometimes I think about how from 8th grade to sophmore year, I was like preppy. I miss middle school me. she was like crazy cucu fun,

i woke up at 1pm today, which wasn't so bad. at least, it wouldnt be if i didnt spend the rest of my day doing nothing :-(((

        George Floyd was murdered in broad daylight by a group of police officers on Monday, May 25. A police officer had his knee on his neck, while Floyd repeatedly said he couldn't breathe. Even after he lost consiousness, the officer stayed on his neck until he died. When first responders arrived, it was already too late. The officers respnsible for his death had so much faith that the government wouldn't do anything about it, that they murdered a man in broad daylight in front of a group of people.        Of course this wasn't their first time abusing their power as police officers. The man who kneeled on George Floyd's neck, Derek Chauvin, has been reviewed for 3 shootings since 2006, and has been reported for using unnecessary force. He was not disciplined for any of his complaints since 2012. Officer Tou Thao, another officer at the scene, has been known to sweep things under the rug and fail to do his job correctly. Thao responded to the assualt of Jenna Nelson. She said he didn't take her seriously, and she ended up having to go to the precinct, where she found out Thao had never filed the report. in 2017, Luisa Fernandez' brother got in a fight in the bathroom of a club. And a security guard threw him down the stairs. Thao responded, briefly talked to the club owner, and told Luisa that there would be no report, and that her and her party needed to leave the club immediatly. There was no disciplinary action against the security guard.       This force and abuse of power is not necessary to convict people who have committed crimes, especially crimes like being accused of forging a check. If white men can be convicted alive after committing mass shootings, then black men can be convicted alive after allegedly forging a check. So far, there has been no legal action, but the officers have lost their jobs. In conclusion, ALL cops are bastards.

I really dont understand technology, It took me like 30 minuets to set this up ;-;. Men and Tech are my only weaknesses.

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I AM GOING TO PISS ON EVERY COP 2 EXISTIT IS ANARCHY TIME BABY FUK THE SYSTEM

i want a goldfish so badly !! they are good luck i think

Metal and stone, dancing in my bag. Throwing my bag on my shoulders and I hear the rattles and hisses. It’s just my pendulums. My tiger’s eye, she loves me and watches me grow. My silver doesn’t speak to me, he just sits silently. He’s the knight, keeping me protected. While she is my handmaiden, tending to my needs as I call for them. My conscious and subconscious self is the castle they protect. Like a viper, they are always ready to strike. The two of them help me connect to those who no longer exist. The forgotten people who speak not of demise, but of what once was. A reality where the living can not cross over to. A silent and blind reality. A song sneaks into my ears while I walk to my next class, the small chains, dainty and fragile, clashing against each other. The same chains that get tangled in each other when I am not looking. Chains that bind and keep my heart at bay.  The chains get tangled in my books, pencils, papers, even my earbuds. They find their way into my items, into my veins. Wrapping miles and miles in me, twisting and turning.  They go so far into me that my tears are silver, a cold and pure silver. Shaking every drop out until the silver chain falls out of my eyes back into my heart.  It coils like a snake. Hissing. Constricting. I am breathless. Literally. I can’t breathe. This was a mistake, a mistake to keep these items so close to my heart.  I get anxious that it’s going to go away. I’m scared the chains will tug too hard that when let go it’ll leave me scarred. I don’t trust people with my pendulums. I keep them near me and away from the eyes.  Sometimes I feel like they are not there. Much like my heart. It feels empty and void.        Null.       Spacious.       The chains, again, wrapped around my heart, tugging and pulling me.  Like snakes, constricting me, at the same time protecting me. Striking at those who come too close. Hurting them because I can not be hurt.  Yet…  they hurt me.  These pendulums are me.    And so... in the end.   I hurt me.   ...Depression causes me to face reality… the sharp knife of reality.   Reality hurts when it’s pressed against my skin.