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dragonprinsessa · 21 hours
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Why do witches like always wanna fatten kids up before they eat them?? fat is like the grossest part of meat
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dragonprinsessa · 21 hours
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no other response would work here, just be jazzed it worked
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dragonprinsessa · 23 hours
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we passed a sign in boring that said their sister city is dull, scotland
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dragonprinsessa · 24 hours
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Let's say you could still engage in this function if you wanted to, but you have no need to anymore, and you would not do it automatically or reflexively.
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dragonprinsessa · 2 days
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Tf you mean people don’t keep their bedroom windows open for long amounts of time? You ACTUALY close it at night?? Dude.. I haven’t closed my window since give or take a bit around the start of spring.. and even as im freezing my bone off I refuse to close it completely - I NEED the circulating air. Do inform me.. is it actually common practice to close your window at night?
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dragonprinsessa · 7 days
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you know the drill, op disabled reblogs etc etc etc
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dragonprinsessa · 8 days
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dragonprinsessa · 8 days
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So sick of dog motif what about cat motif.
I love you but we don't love the same. I can't be near you when you want me to be. Your love is smothering and your need to keep me safe is trapping me. I'm my own person but I don't know how to show you that. I lash out and hurt you even though I don't mean to. I need you to move slowly around me or I'll bolt. I love you, even though I don't say it. If you stay still I'll sit next to you, and even though we don't understand each other we can be together like that.
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dragonprinsessa · 8 days
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My dad has bees. Today, I went to his house and he showed me all the honey he had gotten from the hives. He took the lid off a 5-gallon bucket full of honey and on top of the honey there were 3 little bees, struggling. They were covered in sticky honey and drowning. I asked him if we could help them and he said he was sure they wouldn't survive. Casualties of honey collection I suppose.
I asked him again if we could at least get them out and kill them quickly, after all he was the one who taught me to put a suffering animal (or bug) out of its misery. He finally conceded and scooped the bees out of the bucket. He put them in an empty Chobani yogurt container and put the plastic container outside.
Because he had disrupted the hive with the earlier honey collection, there were bees flying all over outside.
We put the 3 little bees in the container on a bench and left them to their fate. My dad called me out a little while later to show me what was happening. These three little bees were surrounded by all their sisters (all of the bees are females) and they were cleaning the sticky nearly dead bees, helping them to get all of the honey off of their bodies. We came back a short time later and there was only one little bee left in the container. She was still being tended to by her sisters.
When it was time for me to leave, we checked one last time and all three of the bees had been cleaned off enough to fly away and the container was empty.
Those three little bees lived because they were surrounded by family and friends who would not give up on them, family and friends who refused to let them drown in their own stickiness and resolved to help until the last little bee could be set free.
Bee Sisters. Bee Peers. Bee Teammates.
We could all learn a thing or two from these bees.
Bee kind always.
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dragonprinsessa · 8 days
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at work: i could be cooking and cleaning and coding and reading and working out and weaving tapestries and playing video games and climbing a mountain and having sex and filming a movie right now yet they keep me trapped in this prison. idle hands are the devils plaything and i am being forcibly molded into his perfect conduit. i must break free, seize the day and waste not the beauty inherent to finite mortal life
at home: my one true passion upon this pointless earth is bog mummy imitation
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dragonprinsessa · 8 days
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The Four Sacred Artistic Motives:
-what if this bad thing was good instead
-how about Make-Believe Land can have whatever I want
-would that be fucked up or what
-I think that shit's hot
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dragonprinsessa · 8 days
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Dogs have had many jobs throughout history, in this case: Revenge.
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dragonprinsessa · 8 days
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I think it’s very fun and beautiful that there are nontraditional fic formats that certain fandoms can do and do well, and whole genres of fic that are popular in one fandom that you may never see in another
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dragonprinsessa · 9 days
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"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.
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