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IKEVAMP DR: that one time there was a guest at the manor... He wasn't there long

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𝔞 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔤𝔢 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔡

📷: nosferatu · nonalimmen · lunalith art · constantine lialios · ecstacy suicidal idol

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Which color of the sky do you love the most?

Tumblr I'm begging u give me the polls...

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🌕💙⚜️💙Stars and the Moon💙⚜️💙🌕

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I got 1 task done today. I emptied the big trash can in my bedroom. That's one less fork to deal with.

I have severe executive dysfunction. I've been dealing with it by having myself do one small task a day. So far it's helped a lot. By doing it this way my brain doesn't freak out trying to tackle everything at once.

I got my inspiration for it from this Donald Duck comic:

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Lock, Shock, and Barrel closet tour! ✨

Bonus Calliope:

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Get a fire extinguisher. It's getting too hot in here🔥

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Spoiler

I started shipping them when levi got lost outside cuz he tried to take a walk to exercise his bottom half then when he asked mc for help they said they couldn't cus they where new so he said the only one he can ask and won't laugh at him and is dependable is beel

Beel is a treasure.

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Lesson 5-6 amiright

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So I've been thinking about what the boys as moths would be and I think I've got it now.

Lucifer

Black Witch Moth

Mammon

Gold Moth

Leviathan

Royal Walnut Moth

Satan

Luna Moth

Asmodeus

Either Pink Spirit Moth

Or Pink Silk Moth

Belphegor

Granny's Cloak Moth

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howley and aziraphil are here to save the world

howley and aziraphil are here to save the world

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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy