hcdonic
raise the dead;
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the perennial sadness of a girl who is both death and the maiden.
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hcdonic · 15 hours ago
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had a nosebleed taking shower so now I know how my tits look splattered with blood (very good)
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hcdonic · 22 hours ago
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you cannot listen to scientists when they say that being in the cold and rain will give you the flu. your body needs the fresh wet wind of november to live
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hcdonic · 4 days ago
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Lilla Weneda - Michał Elwiro Andriolli (1836-1893)
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hcdonic · 4 days ago
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Winter Queen’s Flowers. Vintage Polish postcard with artwork by Zofia Plewińska Smidowiczowa, 1934.
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hcdonic · 4 days ago
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once you start saying shit like "yayy" "yippee" and "hehe" theres no going back
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hcdonic · 7 days ago
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the author's barely disguised longing for a kinder world
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hcdonic · 7 days ago
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hcdonic · 9 days ago
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citation: so said Legolas
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hcdonic · 10 days ago
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hcdonic · 10 days ago
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Item: in the 1950s research was starting to suggest smoking cigarettes might be bad for you, so one company beefed up their filter with asbestos
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hcdonic · 10 days ago
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god i love people
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hcdonic · 11 days ago
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watching later seasons of TWD like save me season 5 Rick, season 5 Rick save me, season 5 Rick, my love, my beautiful princess with a disorder, my sweet cheese, my goodtime boy, my silly rabbit-
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hcdonic · 17 days ago
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by Jan Stanisławski
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hcdonic · 17 days ago
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when I was a child, I wanted to be a vulture
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hcdonic · 17 days ago
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I must sleep. Sleep is the mind-healer. Sleep is the big-life that brings total ability to fucking do anything. I will face my bed. I will permit the blankie to pass over me and snores to pass through me. And when sleep has gone past I will turn the outer eye to greet the new morning. When the sleep has gone there will be everything. Energy and will to live will remain.
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hcdonic · 22 days ago
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Breast operation, ca. 1675
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hcdonic · 22 days ago
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Martin Gale (Irish, 1949), Bus Stop, 1981. Oil on canvas, 96 x 143 cm.
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