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nevertheless, we ball

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[...] I am undone without you.

ig: d.ill.usion

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I'm taking a bath with lights off and a lit scented candle, I thought it would be a nice relaxing experience but I feel like a draugr in a skyrim dungeon

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sometimes im like "wow holy shit im being really fucking annoying. i should stop talking" and then i pull out my magic 8 ball and it says "youve always been annoying and your friends chose to talk you anyways. youll be fine" and im like wow thanks magic 8 ball. and then the ogre attacks me

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"love is what makes us human" actually it's 'select all images with boat' but go off I guess

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This is my discomfort character I want to see them in unimaginable pain

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i’m like 95% sure nobody on this site actually knows what rawing means

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Gatekeeping is so good and important

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Truly an amazing description of Sirius black

From Brave Face by zoe_millin_writes

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I must become an even bigger faggot these next four years. As is the way

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it’s like every single one of you is in competition for Miss Autism 2012

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i always feel like i’ve forgotten something :,)

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do you guys remember when we used to say oh worm all the time. remember that

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You ever think Andrew’s like, folding laundry in his apartment with Neil, throwing socks into their shared drawer because neither of them give a shit about socks, and then he has to pause because…he’s folding laundry.

For him and his boyfriend. Who are both adults with like, health insurance and shit. They say shit like “let’s go home” and “what’s for dinner?” Nothing is separated in their dresser except for workout wear because they need different size compression gear. They have matching jackets in the closet and pictures on the wall. They kiss each other good morning, and hello. They grocery shop. And suddenly Andrew’s nicotine gum is heavy in his pocket, because he stopped smoking so he’ll never be too out of breath to reach Neil.

Andrew has to stop to feel his heart, as if folding t-shirts was running a marathon, because he didn’t think he’d last this long. He didn’t think this was possible.

So Andrew sits in their apartment and feels.

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