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Congrats for finishing Sometimes, @resmiranda13 !!! 

Thanks for working super hard on it through the years, haha. Please have a smol doodle! 

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Don’t forget our anthem

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BAD QUALITYY BUT BURLESQUE!!!TAE BASED OFF OF @//LUNEJOON’s FIC ON WATTPAD !! HELLA RECOMMEND , i want 2 understand who the murder is at this point I’m pulling my hair out ple-

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Do y’all mind if I be active for a bit thx

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WhAt a tiMe tO Be aLiVE

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Can we just appreciate Badass™ Slav?

i fucking loved slav this season

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voltron season 3 summary

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I just started listening to Beyoncé and she sang something about being from Texas and I just started thinking,,, imagine Keith being an undercover huge Beyoncé fan (because both of them are from Texas) and whenever someone teases him for being from Texas he just starts screaming Beyoncé songs

keith: *dragging lance into his bedroom by the hand.* i have to show you something.

lance: …oh yeah? does it involve me and you on that bed?

keith: you have to promise not to tell anyone on your life, lance. it’s serious. this is a secret you have to carry with you to your grave. 

keith: *rips open his closet door to reveal a beyoncé shrine and starts aggressively singing run the world with spot-on choreography,*

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keith from s1 was replaced by furrykeith in s2 : a conspiracy thread by me

then season 3 is gonna be wild, folks.

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its 2 am

Im watchn g some fucking anime and let me say that this shot got me sp frusturated for ex ; bungou stray dogs. nahf am that shit got me fucked up all the dam way like shit . seasin two got me bent . that foo foo lame shit got me wildin i aint prepeared like seriousle dizai or watver shit man im predictin g that this hoe finna die , anf ?? im fucking kms cuuuz i love tha man all them is daddy material af nd i aint bout to lose that oh hell to the shitting no im BenTT

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Milk and Roses

Him. I love to think of him as a rose. A couple of rosemary plants and lavender. Then him. He sticks out, beautiful, putting the spotlight on himself and only him. His scent matches those of vanilla, mixed in with a hint of cinnamon. To god, I hope I can grasp onto him one more time, slithering my hands from his waist to his neck. Pulling him closer into a kiss for which I dream tastes like honey. My heart shatters as it tastes like iron and loneliness, for he is no longer my rose in a blooming garden. He now pricks me in the heart with the thorns surrounding his rotten being, I can’t stand him for now he is toxic to my aura and soul. He makes my mouth bitter and sour as he is mentioned in my everyday world. Therefore, my once beautiful rose now bleeds into my arms as I kiss him once more. Tasting his last breath in my dying garden.

I’m so sorry, I was never good with words yet, you took the time to understand my every tangled words. Infused with anger and soft love. You took your sweet time, taking in every drop of me. For you were a Band-Aid to me and my broken life, the stitches that pulled me together through my open wound for which I call your death. When you passed in my arms, I did not cry. I died along with you, the moment you left, you forgot to give back my heart. The one you took when our eyes met at the flower shop back in Downtown.

I find it funny. Most of our friends never really liked your hair, they would snicker about how you were a living image of the 80’s. Mullet head, Hair helmet; damn were they assholes for they never referred to your name. In fact, I loved your name, it felt like butter as it slid around my mouth. Keith. It grew from the back of my throat to the tips of my lips. The name creates a reaction that makes my mouth curve. Yet I cry, as I remember your smile, you always said you hated it but right now I would die to see it once more. If I could see that smile once more, I feel like it would fill the void; the one I felt when your blood looked like rose petals. Your death seemed more beautiful than depressing. Seeing you calm and relaxed made me feel much better than looking at your anxious and tired face. Even though you are now gone, I laugh. I can’t accept that you are gone Keith. I’m really trying, it’s hard. I am so angry, why’d you do it.

So today, I went to that flower shop we met at. I got the same roses that I got you. The red ones that have that cheesy one liner. You always hate it but I knew that you grew onto me every time you heard. I became really good friends with the manager, she tells me that she’s sorry every day. I smile as I say it’s okay. Both of us know that it is not okay, so much that she tried to help me. She doesn’t sell your favorite flowers anymore, I had gotten angry at her. You loved those flowers and I loved you. I tried to convince her that she didn’t have to do so and she replied with a good ‘ole “it’s for the best”. Her dark complexion and her white hair made her seem like a saint. I don’t know why she is even friends with me, she probably pities me. It’s fine though, if I were her I’d pity me too. I left that place, I felt dizzy and exhausted. Last time, I felt that way, we went to a party with all of our friends. You told me to stop drinking and I didn’t listen. You yelled at me as I threw up in the toilet, disposing of unwanted toxins that swirled within and throughout my body. You took me to your place, you felt warm and comforting and there was me. I was cold and empty. It upsets me that I didn’t take the time to let that sink in. Your warm feeling in me. I just feel so cold now, the walls now feel like metal and outside seems like it’s always night time.

“Keith what are you doing, you can’t do this by yourself! What are you thinking?”

 “I don’t want you to live a life of constant fighting. I am tired of this, and I know you are too.”

“But you just can’t do this, you’re risking your life for something that’s pointless, how can I live a life without you in it.”

“… remember me till death do us part”

                 Oh, I wish to forget you. I wish to forget what honey tastes like, how you looked at me whenever you were happy. I wish that I forget all the promises and little lies you spat into my face.

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art dumps

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new tag meme: type “im the” and tag this with the first thing that comes up