THEY MAKE ME INSANE
Proof below:
Also, I’m fucking crying, I think his arm is like that bc he fell asleep holding the photo.
EDIT: more proof:
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Wouldn't it be entirely possible, even likely, that with all the silly weaknesses vampires and stuff were supposed to have, they'd also turn out to be weak to any number of things that have only been invented more recently? Like who's to say vampires aren't also repelled by the smell of play-doh or driven insane by MIDI music? We've invented so much shit in just the last century there'd be NO predicting this. For all we know they burn to ash if they look at Luigi.
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You cannot vote your way out of fascism.
But you can sit and allow fascists to vote you into fascism.
Which is a problem, since you cannot vote your way back out.
Fascists would love nothing more than for you to abstain from voting.
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genuinely curious: do other places have billboards like these? because it took me until i was 22 to realize they might not be ubiquitous everywhere because being regularly told i was going to hell by random billboards on road-trips was just my memento mori as a kid like they don’t anything by it
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its really crazy how people love to blorbopost about how their blorbo is a War Criminal Scrunkly but those same people will act like you ate their dog if you so much as imply that scrunkly has any textual relation to sexual violence
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cars need to stop testing me. I have no problem with kicking a car. I love kicking a car. if you honk at me for walking too slowly across an intersection, I will kick your car. please instigate something because I have so much stress that could be relieved by kicking your car with my fragile meat legs
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i often think about that split second where orpheus has turned around, the wash of relief, love, joy, love, love, love that he feels when he sees eurydice. there is darkness and doubt all around him, the ache of his feet, the feeling of defeat, and in his desperation borne of love he sees her. and for a split second, love takes over. the last thing eurydice sees is love etched into every corner of her husbands face before she is dragged back into death.
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