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This is the girl who writes psychoanalysis terms on a nightdress and calls herself “A Freudian Slip” or the guy who Sharpies onto a plain white t-shirt “404 Error. No Costume Found.”

You’d better learn how to deal with it; otherwise you might as well hibernate your sorry ass through this dope season, because if you can’t take some heat, you don’t deserve the winter cold.

Of course, physical possessions and experiences aren’t mutually exclusive, but if you work to an extreme and rarely give yourself much time off, you’ll never have the chance to experience the things you’ve always dreamed of.

While Miley opens this lyric with a seemingly feminist angle — “I’m a female rebel” — she quickly shifts tone, perhaps revealing the song’s satirical nature when she says that she has a “chipped a nail.”

That’s not to mention the community one finds among fellow readers. Even if you like Fitzgerald and another prefers Hemingway, you can still argue ideas and themes with thoughtful criticism, at a length and with depth that no other form of entertainment affords.

Oh god, my hands were sweaty. She gave a polite smile, no doubt looking forward to washing her hands with no less than five pumps of soaps.

He must be able to woo a woman and pay for an evening out, but because he is a gentleman, not because he expects it to be somehow perversely “repaid.”

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