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Yup returning to necromancy, I’m so back. And you’re so back, and you’re so back, and you’re so back, and you’re

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mountaineer’s axe with heart-shaped holes and bronze reinforced shaft. japan, muromachi period, 14th century

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You’re not going to get lost. You’re not. The trees are not so close together here, the sun and the moon can both reach you. Even the stars will.

The underbrush won’t tug at your clothes, never. Your hair and your coat won’t get snagged on branches. You can leave your coat, though, if you like. It’s not cold enough for you to need it.

If you wanted to, you could even take your shoes off. The ground isn’t cold or dirty here, it’s all moss. At least wherever you are walking. All green softness covering your path. Before you and behind you. It doesn’t even show your footsteps, that’s how soft and thick it is.

These are your woods now. All of it. There’s nothing here that would ever dream of harming you.

You’re not going to get lost. How could you? You don’t even know where you’re going yet

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Git along little zombies, put a shamble on. Yeehaw.

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could you reblog this post if you are homophobic?

i want to see how many tumblr users support people who are homophobic. proving a point to my johnlock loving dad

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my personal goal is to be the girl u can’t get out of ur head no matter how much u try

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chappell roan they could never make me hate you

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SEETHING rn because when i was getting ready to go out my housemate saw my platform boots and told me "watch out for low-hanging branches" thinking he was being sooooooo funny and guess what i walked straight into on my way into town. well why don't you just fucking guess.

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the sexless lesbians who say every horny thought makes them "no better than a man" might kill me for this but regarding chappell roan's ass in the tight chainmail and thigh-high plate armor forming a pseudo-garterbelt situation, it needs to be said: AWOOGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HUBBA HUBBA WOWEEEEEEEEEEEEE HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.

His response: "No, it's my name now."

I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.

Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.

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Begonia 'Moonlight Butterfly A captivating display of dark, almost blackpurple leaves adorned with intricate white veins, resembling the wings of a butterfly.

Most likely cleverly enhanced, but still, so beautiful

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Plate 30. Encyclopédie méthodique, ou, par ordre de matières. 1782.

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