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30min pinkie pie doodles from memory

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bad

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@thelibraryloser and @mlsecretsanta, here is the gift!! hope you like it

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I miss the god complex english class gave me

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If this is not their dynamic then what it

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how’s that house that raised you?

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if i cant kill myself i guess i just have to make art and cook good meals and listen to music and dress up pretty and hope it will be all worth it to be doing something to distract myself forever

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since its past midnight in the uk now, HAPPY BIRTHDAY PHIL ILY!!!!

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neurodivergent and queer people how are we feeling?

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HUNTER SCHAFER, RACHEL SENNOTT, & MEGAN THEE STALLION front row at the Jean Paul Gaultier show in Paris — January 29, 2025

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They are friends, trust me

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"all pleasure now"

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🐞🐈‍⬛🦊🐢 semi-formally bullied by @buggachat to do a screencap redraw of the newest Miraculous Ladybug episode. I also extend that request of seeing other artists do a redraw of the screencap to see these dorks in different styles! Ko-Fi

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What's your favorite 🐞🐈‍⬛

Cms by Mangoo Neko

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Dungeon Meshi Fanart made some moths ago!

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One of the best stories I ever read as a child was a fantasy novel by some local dude selling books out of a suitcase on the sidewalk downtown, and I don't remember what it was called or who the author was, and it's so obscure that no matter how many elements I remember, I've never been able to find it through web searches. I only vaguely remember the story - it was a love story, something about a tower on an island and two characters on a quest to discover their forgotten past. They fall in love and at the end the only way to stay together is to allow themselves to forget again, and you realize that they're right where they started, in the exact same tower, and they're doomed to go on this same quest over and over again, never completed, but that also means they'll fall in love over and over again forever. And I remember how that ending blew up my little child brain into a million pieces.

I don't know what happened to the book, and I'll probably never read it again, but if you're somewhere out there and you were once selling fantasy novels from a suitcase on the sidewalk in the suburbs of Chicago, and if you ever felt like your writing never meant anything or went anywhere except a hundred copies you had printed yourself and sold for almost nothing, please know that your story buried itself in my young brain and has probably shaped my worldview in ways even I don't understand.