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Having anotheg 'gork we have got to get out of bed faster then this' morning

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Feeling old yet? Breaking Bad ended in the year 1890.

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*leaning conspiratorially over the table in the DC steakhouse* Hey isn’t that the weird bug who’s in charge of the nighttime? And who’s he with? That is NOT his wife.

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calvin and hobbes

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astonishing how good it can feel to get some chores done sometimes. you’ll be sitting there like damn i am some type of horrid little smeagol like creature who should be crushed to death. but then you do some laundry and you’re like wrow. im actually gods most fuckable soldier.

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'Serpent', a scent bottle, no.

502, designed 1920. René Lalique.

Clear, frosted and sepia stained glass.

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barron was trying to get reincarnated as a lotus flower

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it would be one thing if it was just the horrors but it's all the little horrorcitos también

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Fresh Laundry 👕

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No start, no end

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Having anotheg 'gork we have got to get out of bed faster then this' morning

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[showing a medieval peasant radioactive by imagine dragons] so we have devices that can record sounds and music as if it were words upon a page

peasant: can we listen to something else

me [lying maliciously]: this is the only song we have.

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It is November of 1893. You have just killed a vampire. Exhausted and worn, you close your eyes and rest.

You wake up. It is May of 1893. You are on a train en route to Transylvania. Your diary says you have had queer dreams lately.

You try to believe it.

(An old woman puts a rosary in your hands. You accept it without question.)

You are a guest in a castle you have never been in before (you recognize every hallway and know without trying that every door is locked). Your host is a man you have never met before (you killed him you killed him you killed him he had turned to dust and there was blood on the snow).

One morning you cut yourself while shaving.

There is nobody behind you in the pocket mirror’s reflection.

You turn fast, and the razor is like a Kukri knife in your hand.

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