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"save me, substance abuse!" i cry. before you can moralize to me about the dangers of addiction, a noble and powerful steed gallops into the room - my horse whom i have named "substance abuse". you learn an important lesson about making assumptions. i snort a line off its back

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Jacques Cancaret - Tempête Boulogne-sur-Mer (1904)

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Lily-Rose Depp as Ellen Hutter — NOSFERATU (2024) costume design by Linda Muir

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i've been neglecting drawing gid with curly hair... righting my wrongs

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Hi everyone! Here's your Daily Reminder to Click for Palestine!

And if you can spare a dollar, donate to ANERA!

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good morning butches, tumblrinas, nerds, strap suckers, pillow princesses, hot girls & besties

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Grand Canyon of Yellowstone, WY, United States [OC] [4284x5712] - Author: Professionalmonkey34

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Bro absolutely COOKED with this.

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Nothing but critical support for this Lynx

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to all the warriors who will feel pressured to shave their legs now that it’s warm enough to wear shorts… HOLD THE LINE!!!

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pookie

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I sent you omens and all kinds of signs please respond

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[...] I am undone without you.

ig: d.ill.usion

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Ships at sea at sunset, 1876, Carl Locher

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But he was off, downhill: a magnificent fast skier, and this time not holding back for me. [...] He ran from me, and straight into the guns of the border-guards. I think they shouted warnings or orders to halt, and a light sprang up somewhere, but I am not sure; in any case he did not stop, but flashed on towards the fence, and they shot him down before he reached it. [...] They shot to kill him. He was dying when I got to him, sprawled and twisted away from his skis that stuck up out of the snow, his chest half shot away. I took his head in my arms and spoke to him, but he never answered me; only in a way he answered my love for him, crying out through the silent wreck and tumult of his mind as consciousness lapsed, in the unspoken tongue, once, clearly, "Arek!" Then no more. I held him, crouching there in the snow, while he died. They let me do that.

-- "Homecoming", The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin