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Literally happening as we speak

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i simply don’t have time for this fuckery

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when u sacrifice ur own humanity to save everyone else? #saviorcomplex

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this world is a treasure but it’s telling us to leave

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matthew mcconaughey’s dimples

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watching interstellar don’t text

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Reasons to Live Through the Apocalypse

Sunrises. People you have still to meet and laugh with. Songs about love, peace, anger, and revolution. Walks in the woods.
The smile you exchange with a stranger when you experience beauty accidentally together. Butterflies. Seeing your grandparents again. The moon in all her forms, whether half or full. Dogs.
Birthdays and half-birthdays. That feeling of floating in love.
Watching birds eat from bird feeders. The waves of happiness that follow the end of sadness. Brown eyes. Watching a boat cross an empty sea. Sunsets. Dipping your feet in the river. Balconies.
Cake. The wind in your face when you roll the car window down on an open highway. Falling asleep to the sound of a steady heartbeat. Warm cups of tea on cold days. Hugs. Night skies. Art museums. Books filled with everything you do not yet know.
Long conversations. Long-lost friends. Poetry.

Reasons to Live Through the Apocalypse Sunrises. People you have still to meet and laugh with. Songs about love, peace, anger, and revolution. Walks in the woods. The smile you exchange with a stranger when you experience beauty accidentally together. Butterflies. Seeing your grandparents again. The moon in all her forms, whether half or full. Dogs. Birthdays and half-birthdays. That feeling of floating in love. Watching birds eat from bird feeders. The waves of happiness that follow the end of sadness. Brown eyes. Watching a boat cross an empty sea. Sunsets. Dipping your feet in the river. Balconies. Cake. The wind in your face when you roll the car window down on an open highway. Falling asleep to the sound of a steady heartbeat. Warm cups of tea on cold days. Hugs. Night skies. Art museums. Books filled with everything you do not yet know. Long conversations. Long-lost friends. Poetry.

I wrote this on one of the darkest days of my life. It gave me an anchor to hold onto.

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talked with someone who voted for trump:
me: so fiscally conservative is an oxymoron because u can’t just support fiscal policy because it inevitably ties to their social dogma
him: yeah but i literally just don’t wanna get taxed

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First they came for the immigrants, and I spoke out, because I’ve read the damn poem before and I know how it ends.

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it’s so over 😭

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& dont get it twisted HE’S the puppet. the r*ght did a great job at choosing a figurehead to distract us from the institutions/state actors/oligarchs responsible for this absolute h3llscape

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i know everyone is upset but we can come up with better things to do than attack his skin color like we get it he’s ugly. he’s also … a fascist?

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i feel like i’m in high school except i didnt sign up for that

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coping

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we need to converse with people regardless of their opinions. regardless of political affiliation.

politicians use our divisiveness to make deals that only profit themselves and their buddies.

liberalism is dead. if we stay in our bubbles fascism will continue to rise.

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