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it must feel good as hell when you’re a horse and you take a big bite out of an apple like ttshoke
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More Victor doodles and a test clerval
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Reblog this if you had to learn cursive writing as a child
If you were ever told or were made to learn cursive writing when you were in grade school. I wanna see how many of you suffered like I did.
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question. do your irl friends know about your presence on this hellsite or are you in full hannah montana mode for life
#we grew up together and therefore were teens together#they know#they made blogs and abandoned them after a year#i'm still here#i still ask them to come back every time i see something cool/funny here
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My friend’s little brother (non-verbal) used to hide people’s shoes if he liked the person, because it meant they had to stay longer. The more difficult it was to find your shoes, the more he liked you.
One day my cousin came over, and she was a bitch. When it was time to leave, my friend’s brother handed her shoes directly to her and she went on and on about how he must have a crush on her because he only “helped” her.
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Quick what are you doing RIGHT now (besides scrolling Tumblr)
#in the car going home from our morning beach walks#it's parked dw#we're waiting for my brother to buy soup for breakfast#ok jean
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tired of working hard, let me be a romance girlie in peace. let me frolic in flower fields and watch romcoms all day and read about fictional couples and make playlists about my favourite characters and fantasize about falling in love.
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my blog is a safe space for me. the rest of you are in danger i think
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