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TRUST

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this is a controversial opinion and I’m not a gamer but I don’t need my graphics to be that good. I don’t need to see every individual feather on a bird. my poor computer doesn’t deserve to carry that weight either.

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I'm gonna haunt you in your head

The things we did, the last words I said

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Honey don’t feed me I will come back

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Jhon helps Tim with Christmas shopping 🎅

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Why rotate your head?

Rotating your phone is way easier

I feel lied to. This is where the bugs bunny NO meme cokes from

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A Bug’s Life, 1998

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NOBODY is allowed to refer to anyone as 'unalive'. except to kiriona gaia

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thinking about anastasia trusova paintings again

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EVERYONE PLEASE LOOK AT THE CHRISTMAS ORNAMENT MY FRIEND GIFTED ME

IT'S MY KEYCHAIN BUT AS AN ORNAMENT

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

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The Magnus archives asks the daring question: is it still the bury your gays trope if everyone's gay and everyone dies?

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consuming mass amounts of media related to my hyperfixation isnt enough i need to eat it

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its christmas eve and look whos on tumblr

all of us

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like the first rule of cooking is to have fun and be yourself and the first rule of baking is to stay calm because the dough can sense fear

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GIDEON AND CAM BABEEEYYYY FOR @tltfashionzine

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truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.