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I, personally, have always felt an affinity towards early 20th century culture, and the appropriation of many of its tenets by the neckbeards angers me. (Obviously those were not good times for a large portion of society, and I do not claim it as such. I merely believe that there were high points that we could take note of going forwards.)
If you are a beautiful strong black woman, someone will put this in your comments.
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On December 14th, I’m moving to Antarctic; home of the greatest walruses. I've already cut off my arms, and now slide on my stomach everywhere I go as training.
I may not be a walrus yet, but if you give me a chance and the support, I will become the greatest walrus ever
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WE TRUE HOMIES
WE RIDE TOGETHER
WE DIE TOGETHER