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When the time comes
and my body can no longer handle my mind,
let me go.
Let my body finally reunite with the stars where it belongs,
and when our loved ones asked what happened to me,
remind them that some people spend their entire lives fighting with themselves.
Remind them that not all wars make headlines.
Katey Chrest (via thinly)

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imagine if girls used the same style of joke to degrade men like “cool story bro now go chop some lumber”

GO CHOP SOME LUMBER

"what r u doing out of the garage go fix my car"

"Don’t you have something to fix somewhere."

I do have something to fix. Because that is what men do. Fix things. Where are my tools and my sandwich? I must fix things.

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