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distressed blonde men is my favorite flavor of survival horror protagonists

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“why do you still use tumblr?”

listen— i have to keep track of my hyper fixations somehow

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I hope every health insurance exec dies from painful and preventable disease

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tag your traumatized man comfort character

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shitty sketch of james thinking abt mary while he's at work

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I'm here for you, James

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Redraw of Rene Gruau illustration "Roland Petit's Ballets de Paris"

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jinx: *makes an ableist joke towards viktor*

viktor: *immediately deadnames her*

they deserved more time together lmfao

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man of progress

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My 14 year old brother just took a drink of hot chocolate and hissed like he'd knocked back a shot of vodka then set it down and went "ah... that's the good stuff."

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they got me. they fucking got me. jayvik nation hello

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lazy

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I had top surgery a week ago and got to see my bare chest for the first time a few days ago. I kinda expected a big shock, a new feeling washing over me, but I felt incredibly normal. Not in a disappointing way; more like a "oh, hey, that's me" way. I felt at peace for the first time ever looking at my body in the mirror. Walking around the house bare chested didn't feel new or weird. It just felt like I finally came home.

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i love reading sad books bc when your own grief is stopped up inside you like a clogged drain you can grieve for a character on a page and understand that you're also grieving for yourself a little bit

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in all timelines in all possibilities only you can show me this