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[chadoubre @chadoubre]

small moments & environments in life remind you that you arent wired like everyone else.

[RAW EGG NATIONALIST @Babygravy9]

Better advice in this one clip than ten-thousand self-help books.

[Mia Talias @miatalias]

Go back home.

[John @John95356761650]

@ywomendeservles Don't forget the part where the writers bend over backwards to excuse the cheating because she felt "unfulfilled" or "unappreciated."

[Miles @mtvsthewrld_]

#NeverTooLateToVictoryLap

[Justin @KssnHerPanties]

i threw my durag on as soon as i left the office, my only other black coworker says "damn, code switchin that fast?"

[Peter Wolf @peterawolf]

This comic was published (by a prison abolitionist!) almost a decade ago, and it's still the best they can do.

[Rock Solid @ShitpostRock]

>guy named Lazarus dies
>spends 4 days in hell
>gets resurrected by Jesus Christ
>doesn't smile a single time for the next 30 years
>finally smiles once
>it's at his own joke

Lazarus was so real for that

[X Freeze @XFreeze]

A Police returned a little girl back to her r@pists and said "have fun with her"

[Doc Strangelove @DocStrangelove2]

>” Without the silicon Satan you are devoid of your own thought.”

[Bilal 🇩🇿 @BiarusZ]

Je crois qu’on ne se rend pas compte à quel point ce baiser sur la main d’Historia a détruit la vie d’Eren en une seconde il se fait spoil son avenir, ses pertes, sa propre mort et tout ce qu’il devra sacrifier pour y arriver, toute la fin de SNK commence ici c’est du pur cinéma

[Patrick Roziel @patrickroziel]

@thenews_fr Donc y’a un homosexuel qui s’est tapé un cheval sous le soleil des tropiques, et qui a décidé d’aller dans un sauna gay pour décompresser…

[Nature 🦜and Music 🎶 @GuGi263]

Cute video of the day: An American photographer filmed a wolf begging for food from a grizzly. The gray wolf saw the meat and in an instant turned into a playful puppy begging for a piece.

[Give A Shit About Nature @giveashitnature]

The best mosquito repellent for your patio costs $20 and runs on a wall outlet: a fan.

Mosquitoes are terrible fliers with a top speed of about 1-2 miles an hour, slower than you walk, and they struggle to make headway against even a gentle breeze. Point an oscillating fan at your outdoor seating area and they'll physically struggle to get to you.

It works on two levels too. A mosquito finds you by following the plume of carbon dioxide you exhale, plus the heat and scent rising off your skin. A fan scatters all of it and erases the trail that leads them in. So it knocks them out of the air and helps hide you from their senses at the same time.

This isn't folk wisdom. The CDC notes that fans reduce mosquito landings, and studies have found that using a fan can substantially reduce mosquito bites.

Citronella candles offer only modest protection and are generally much less effective than a fan or EPA-registered repellents. Plug in a fan, aim it at the table, and take your evening back.

[🐢✨America Is Musty✨🐢 @DragonflyJonez]

Yeah it’s a missed call, a flagrant 1 and all that. But every Wemby incident from the Naz elbow, to the Dort shove, to this has been Wemby letting opponents know if you try to play him too physically you might get hit with the Shaolin fists of fury and I honestly gotta respect it

[The Internet Fish @TheInternetFish]

Questioning my algorithm

[眼遊 GANYU @ganyujapan]

遊泳モードにトランスフォームしてる！
可愛いしカッコいい。

[BFrog @BFrog__]

yo meando a mi amigo porque su ligue era una bruja y nos convirtió en salchichas

[NOBUNAGA🇯🇵🏯_夏樹蒼依 @japan_nobunaga]

In America, a stranger will rename you in a single breath, and you are simply expected to come when called.

I went to eat at a busy restaurant. A young man at the front asked for my name, to mark my place in line. I gave it the weight it has carried for eight hundred years.

"Nobunaga."

He smiled, nodded, and wrote it down with great confidence. Then he read it back to me, to be sure he had honored it correctly.

"Perfect. Banana, party of one."

Banana. He had heard my name, held it a moment, and returned to me something rounder and more cheerful. To refuse the name a host gives is to refuse his welcome. I bowed. I was Banana now.

Then he handed me a small black disc, said it would "light up and buzz" when my table was ready, and turned to the next guest as though he had not just placed a living thing in my hands.

I held it in both palms, the way one holds a small sleeping beast that may wake. I found a place to stand. I waited, ready.

It woke.

It screamed. It flashed red. It leapt and shook in my hands like a captured spirit demanding release. A lesser man would have dropped it. I did not. I gripped it, steady, looked into its blinking lights, and told it, in a low voice, that its time had come. Then I carried it back to the host with both hands, the way one returns a hawk to its master.

He took it without looking and shouted across the entire room.

"BANANA! Party of one, your table's ready!"

A hundred strangers turned. I rose. I crossed that floor as Banana, spine straight, chin level, a man answering to his name. A child pointed at me. I gave the child a small bow. He had recognized me.

All through the meal they kept me. "How's it tasting, Banana?" "More water, Banana?" The check, when it came, said Banana, and thanked me for visiting. By the end the whole staff knew me. They waved as I left. "Night, Banana!"

So tell me honestly.

For eight hundred years my clan answered to one name. Tonight I answered to a fruit, calmed a screaming relic in my bare hands, and ate among people who were glad I came.

When the little disc lights up, is the table truly mine, or am I only keeping it warm for the next Banana?

Because I have already decided to return on Friday, and to ask, very humbly, for the same disc.