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aro-culture-is · 2 years ago
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Aro culture is being asked "out of everyone in school, who would you date?" And panicking internally because you have nothing to say and people wouldn't believe you if you said no-one, so you blurt out the first person you think of, who just so happens to be your best friend. Who got broken up with by your other best friend only a few weeks ago. And the Breaker Upper hears you.
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cahir-and-ciri-dyffryn · 2 years ago
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If evil, why so cute? (Also, DILFgaard goes hard 🔥)
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tuukkarasksass · 2 years ago
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Swaybae comin’ with a subtle thirst trap (these two out of eight photos)
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bridgerton-brothers · 1 year ago
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Daddy Fulton ❤️‍🔥
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taegularities · 2 years ago
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Rid hold me. It's only Monday. How am I supposed to get through the rest of the week???
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today was... too damn much. i had so much to do, and cooking was the only thing i managed to do?? like kass, what do we do 😭
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cosmos-hime · 2 years ago
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I mean, it was confirmed that the dude that saw the giant was playing an online prank. He just got mega unlucky and died in a car accident right after
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New 2023 discourse dropped, everyone prepare yourselves accordingly
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crimesoughtarchive · 9 months ago
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How does your story end? with a whimper.
you only ever wanted a quiet life. all you've been trying to do all this time was to go *home*. you are cold, tired, and terrified - there is nothing of a fighter in you, but you have tried. oh, how you have tried. there is no shame in knowing one's limits. the battle is won without you. your place is in the aftermath, a healing touch, a soft word. your tale is an anecdote. those who know you will tell it around the campfire, always kindly; you are asked after often, you and your garden and your pet. you don't enter into the mythos, and you prefer it that way.
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aquilaofarkham · 9 months ago
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this line hits a lot harder especially when you view laios as having autism...
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seasons-of-ceres · 2 years ago
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azalea- "take care of yourself"
Have you ever wondered what flower from Victorian flower language you are? I have! I have a quiz about it! (my credentials are that I have a spreadsheet of over 600 flower meanings)
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theeroticlover · 7 months ago
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Mhmm !! Babe...
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cahir-and-ciri-dyffryn · 2 years ago
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inkz123 · 3 months ago
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The way theyd hold me😳
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blackberry-s0da · 5 months ago
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Cheer up
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punnifullife · 6 months ago
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@voyager--two requested a beach episode anddd i went overboard lmao. These are honestly super rushed bc i'll be going on vacation starting tomorrow and won't be able to draw as often!! I have a whole bunch of other beach-themed doodles that i might finish when i come back.
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junewild · 6 months ago
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Watching Sam & Brennan talk about the beauty of frivolity, of adults playing silly games just as seriously as they fight to survive, and... yeah. There are some things that keep us alive, and there are some things that make life worth living, and I think games are one of those things that fall into both categories. Games make our lives better and they make us better at being alive. I think that's pretty cool.
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thetragicallynerdy · 1 year ago
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[ID: black text over a pink background reading;
i’m the son she didn’t ask for,
but like the runt kitten in a wet cardboard box,
she received me:
all my rebellion & tired politics,
the mouth she couldn’t pin shut.
when she drives me to the store, we can feign normalcy.
the sun slicing through the windshield
& turning the scene to nectar.
End ID.]
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can’t stop thinking about this poem…
the guessing game: a mother’s love by silas denver melvin
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