#Hope that is ok with you
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wewontbesleeping · 9 months ago
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the weirdest fucking thing to me is how men will be like "it's so hard being a man. no one cares that i'm sad. the loneliness we experience could NEVER be understood by a woman" and then also be like "btw i never talk to my friends and i don't know their names and i love hanging out with men because they don't talk about their stupid emotions all the time. women could never understand a bond like this." like ???
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frigidfries · 1 month ago
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happy birthday deltarune. happy late birthday undertale. here's a comic!
cheers to best friends forever & ever & ever & ever & ev
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hinamie · 4 months ago
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I don't want to regret the way I lived
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turtletoria · 2 months ago
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they call me the sitter the way i sit on piles of doodles for weeks at a time
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roppiepop · 10 months ago
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Who’s coming to the cookout?
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wullfric · 10 months ago
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Uhhh
My life has been spiralling down since I got out of high school at this point I am unable to diferiantiate one day from the other I sleep for most of the day and rot in bed on my free time I usually only eat a sandwich and tuna every day I do not want to think that I peaked in high school because that souds pretty pathetic but I guess I am pretty pathetic but that is ok because I am kinda into being pathetic anyways I am kinda hoping that university will help me get any sort of motivation for being alive back or maybe to give me some sense of order by having a set schedule and shit
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little-eye-guy · 2 years ago
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"this is too raw of a line to come from—" shut up. beauty and meaning is everywhere
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wetslug · 2 years ago
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ppl who r using poll results as a way to Prove Something about society or come to any conclusion.. i hope you are aware that tumblr users are one of the most biased population groups you could conceivably find. gob bless
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seagreenlaurin · 4 months ago
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triona-tribblescore · 8 months ago
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I WANNA DRAAWW!! RAHHHGG!! Absolutely swamped with college work, im so tired TT (hence whatever tf this is lmao)
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wuntrum · 1 month ago
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2025 horror pin up calendar!!
print version | digital (/print it yourself) version
a labor of love, truly <3 prepare for the new year with 12 suggestive (and silly) horror characters :) featuring characters from: american psycho, bride of re-animator, the evil dead, hannibal, jason x, frankenhooker, alien, an american werewolf in london, jennifer's body, saw, the thing, and scream! to see the full specs of the calendar, check out the pages above!
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mafuyuakgae · 2 months ago
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even if I came to love humanity in the end, there’s no proof I was ever here, right?
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biruesque · 7 months ago
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who will love you in my place if i am gone?
5/12
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inafallsaway · 1 year ago
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Drawing time!
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zaahvi · 4 months ago
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dark grows the sun, and in summer soon come mighty storms...
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just-some-user-hunny · 2 months ago
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Nikto is chopping wood when it hits you. You're watching from your back porch door, a porcelain mug of hot chocolate cradled in your warm palms.
It's cold- far too cold for Nikto to be chopping wood in your garden right now. A thick layer of frost blanketing everything in sight- in which he had scraped your car for you earlier this morning whilst you were still in bed. He's still in his sleeping clothes; his thin black shirt that stuck to his body in a thick sleeve or fabric, and those baggy grey sweatpants that hung low on his hips. He's still refused to let you stitch the hemming- which is frayed and worn. Insisting that it is no use fixing it. There's no fixing it, llubov. I'll let it fray and throw it later. No use.
It was certainly a sight. He had drunk his tea down quickly once he noticed your shivering shoulders. Wrapped you up in that fluffy cream nightgown of yours, and set out to fill the fireplace. A silent promise to keep you warm. To provide. He had shot you a stern look at the sight of you lingering in the doorway- your pyjamas shorts and lack of slippers irking him. You wanted to roll your eyes at him. Used to his picking. You are a little warm soft thing. You need to stay warm.
"you're acting like a husband". You quip softly. Playfully, that smile that could warm butter on your pretty lips. "Do you want to be my husband, Andre?".
"yes".
Nikto's sincere raspy voice is sincere as he answers immediately- stunning you into silence. Glancing up at you to fix you an intense stare as he split the log with his hands. Something soft and eager in his eyes. Apprehensive on his own behalf, but filled with longing.
"you'll always be warm". He vows. Eyes filled with something- devotion. So tremendous, that it rattles you to the bone. His eyes meet yours, and you're not sure you can look away. Can't find your hands to sever the line. Pinning you down. He makes the first move- leaving the axe by the tree stump, shoes crunching in the glittering frosted grass. Approaching you like a weary hound.
"then in that case, may I mend these then?". You mumble. Now shy, your heart quivering at the intensity in his face. His hand meets yours as it brushes over the frayed hem of his sweatpants- a warm, halting hold. An unsure pause, you think... Before his shoulders relax a little, and his fingers wiggle softly between yours to melt into an embrace of hands. A gesture so sweet, so unsure and new to him, it was his turn to fluster. Feline eyes wandering from your eyes to your fingers clasped with his.
"yes. I... Let's try".
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