Here's My (finally) Finished Transcription Of Mira Bellwether's Fucking Trans Women.

My best friend said I looked Midwest emo bury me deep and far from all I know

It seems rather difficult, but the real answer is relatively straightforward! The way he remembers what letters correspond to what number is because he looked at the chart at several memorable points in his extremely eventful life. He then proceeds to view it multiple times through a series of slumdog millionaire style flashbacks.

I need you all to help me kill a guy who said skibidi toilet is the most impactful piece of anti-imperialist western literature ever written

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I love you big women. I love you big men. I love you big nonbinary people. You’re all very beautiful and pretty and handsome and hot and sexy and cute and adorable and cool and smart and interesting. I hope you all have good days and nights and love yourselves and know other people love you a lot.

every time i go they’re almost empty and i get to sit in the dark w a buddy and snacks

fucking bonkers to me that people watch movies in theaters. you can't control the volume. you can't rewind when you miss something. you can't choose your own subtitles. you can't even pause to use the bathroom??? there's only like 7 movies to choose from????? and you must pay money for this privilege? grotesque. repugnance. act of torture.

DO NOT DO THIS!!!

If a website has a paywall, like New York Times, DO NOT use the ctrl+A shortcut then the ctrl+c shortcut as fast as you can because then you may accidentally copy the entire article before the paywall comes up. And definitely don't do ctrl+v into the next google doc or whatever you open because then you will accidentally paste the entire article into a google doc or something!!!! I repeat DO NOT do this because it is piracy which is absolutely totally wrong!!!

The Jester in the Mirror

You are the loudest laugh in the quietest room. You tell stories, make jokes, and keep the energy up because if you stop, you'll hear the echo of your own loneliness. You've made yourself the entertainer to avoid ever being the burden. You've turned pain into punchlines-each laugh you earn a little paper shield. But it's getting heavier, isn't it? You don't remember the last time someone asked how you were and really meant it. You're terrified that if you drop the act, there's nothing underneath. But there is. You just forgot how to let it show.

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