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Pukicho whats your opinion on the passage of time

Hoping it'll eventually stop doing that

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again, I don't see the joke

You are beautiful in your own, warped little way!

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No, no it isn’t.

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oh and also. we could leave the christmas lights up until january. i attend christmas parties from outside. and at every table i’ll save you a seat. i look in peoples windows in case you’re at their table. can i go where you go? northbound i got carried away as you boarded your train south. we could let our friends crash in the living room, this is our place we make the call. i look in peoples windows transfixed by rose golden glows they have their friends over to drink nice wine. can we always be this close forever and ever? does it feel alright not to know me?

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Nothing like a trip to the uncanny valley to boost your mood

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death will not do us part you stupid cunt

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Grim Reaper! Simon x f!reader | tw: death

Grim Reaper! Simon who's supposed to take you away, between life and death, after and before, here and gone.

Grim Reaper! Simon who watched you all day, couldn't help the cold dread that clouded him because you were so full of life, despite the mess, you woke up and made your coffee. Choosing your clothes and saving that very expensive dress for some other time, some special day — not knowing this is the last, your most special. Instead picking on that shirt you loved for it's colour, not knowing it would end up only red.

Grim Reaper! Simon who stood helplessly when life was squashed out of you. One moment of extreme pain and then nothing at all. People screaming and pitying and murmuring, while you clutched your chest and raised above, looking around — blinking and confused, until you looked down and your pupils widened. Oh..gone.

Grim Reaper! Simon who clasped your hand as you cried and lamented, a life you hated so much and yet you loved it just the same. Glancing back at the flesh, hands outstretched as if begging you to not leave, same eyes, same face, same fucking everything — just lifeless.

Grim Reaper! Simon who held your soul as you wept and sobbed, it wasn't your fault...you were just trying to save the puppy, it wasn't — but now you were dead. No prayer would count. And these people around you, they're just watching your lifeless frame while you cry and cry.

Grim Reaper! Simon who knew how it went, one snap and you were truly gone to the other side. “T-this it it ? Is this the end ?” you sobbed more, remembering your goodbyes, did you tell you mum that you loved her, or did you tell dad his burnt toast were your favourite, did your friend knew they were so amazing and you loved them ?

Grim Reaper! Simon who could read your mind, “No. Come now.” he echoed, lifting you away from your dead body, just flesh that resembled you, all those things that made you a real person crumbled under those rubber tyre, now nothing but memories.

Grim Reaper! Simon who shaked his skeleton of a head, covered with his ghostly black hood, swaying like cloak behind him. You wouldn't stop crying, he couldn't bear that. “No, sweetheart.” He traced your jaw, letting those tears vapour in a whoosh,“Not yet. Not so soon. Not for you.”

Grim Reaper! Simon who took you back to your apartment, letting you take it all, your fingertips against smiling people trapped behind glasses, your cat purring in her cushion, notes sticked around, empty checkboxes that would never get ticked.

Grim Reaper! Simon who held above the dress you'd saved. “You would look so lovely.” he kept, ‘You always do.’ to himself, he sat as you licked the last bit of Nutella and patted your cat, oblivious to so many things.

Grim Reaper! Simon who took you to the beach because you never got time to go one, never had anyone to go with you. Now was the time and company.

Grim Reaper! Simon who sat beside you watching the last bits of rays disappearing into nothingness, letting sky turn darker and stars twinkle in it's wake.

Grim Reaper! Simon who might be smiling just a bit when you want to go for a night walk, with no fear and no worries. He's swaying behind you, while you are almost flying with new freedom, a new sense of living or dead taking over you. There was a before that you loved but there's also an after that awaits. It's okay, Simon had said. It's going to be okay.

Grim Reaper! Simon who took you on rooftop because you wanted to see the city, the whole fucking city. “How you wanted to go ?” He found himself speaking, he never did that, it's a simple affair — guide them to the other side, that's it. You rewarded him with a smile, “Like this.” You whispered, he would hear it anyway, “I wanted to be gone like this...on my own will, L-like —” You choked on your own words, “— to jump from a very tall somthing.” and that's the irony, your life was squashed out of you, no fall and no wind smashing your face and nothing like you thought.

Grim Reaper! Simon who would grant all your wishes, “Come” he said, the second time. First, he said it when he was pulling you back while your eyes were struck on those that belonged to you, the very same but truly empty — gone before it's time.

Grim Reaper! Simon who wanted you to be happy, forever if he could help it. He took your hand in his and floated to the edge, across the horizon. There's sun rising from new beginnings, “I can't die a second time.” you laughed, a soft choke in your throat. Your stomach twisted in your guts and it's shouldn't be like this. You should feel empty and whatever void meant to be, but this knot wouldn't let go.

Grim Reaper! Simon who shook his ghost of head, tilting his head affectionately to you, “No. but you can live.”

Grim Reaper! Simon who took the fall with you, in the dress you always wanted to wear, smelling like all the things you loved, your city and salt and your favourite perfume. A smile that was forever young and true. There with him, between life and death.

Please always take care. Someone somewhere loves you so much and you mean the world to them. Please remember, please know you're loved and blessed and mean so much more than you think. Xoxo.

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HOBBES vs. TIGGER cage match TO THE DEATH say goodbye to your childhood because ONE! WILL!! DIE!!!!

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Powerpuff Girls was actually a show about a group of small children crushing the patriarchy and no one will convince me otherwise

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*slowly reaches for the popcorn*

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dash is dead im teleporting to the past

https://www.tumblr.com/dashboard?max_post_id=606474489540042752

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I'll say dolphins. Just because I've been dolphin watching before, and they're beautiful. But what's your favorite? Did I forget to mention it?

And while you're here, please share and donate to be able to help Nader and his family be able to provide for themselves and protect themselves from the winter season.

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You just have to understand you’re on the Internet. You’re literally on Tumblr dot com. This is not a random sample of the US population. You are not a one-person think tank. Polls on here are only useful if you are trying to create a recipe for a cake primarily made of vanilla extract.

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Please pray for Sophie, a mother from my parish, who died this week in a car accident.

She returned back to the faith recently and had just begun a preparation to receive her First Communion. She went to confession not long before her death.

But her husband denied her a religious funeral. (Our priests will celebrate a mass for her, still)

Please, pray for the repose of her soul and for her family, especially her two daughters who are only 6 and 4 years old. (Her oldest daughter doesn't know her father, she has no biological parents left in her life.) And please, pray that their legal guardian will still let them come to our parish and play at our patronage.

(The family didn't even know how to tell the girls about their mother's death, so they asked one of our priest to do it instead, while they were with him at the patronage... But they still won't let her be buried within the Church...)

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Orgasm denial but in the same way people talk about the moon landing being faked