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Sure idk

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cat: I will just hang out on your lap now me: yay cat: I have brought ten knives

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Today I encountered an especially pathetic Italian greyhound. His owner told me that a gust of wind once blew him into a lake.

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you dumb asshole, you just won $0,000

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thought it was a one-off thing, but i've now seen multiple pictures and videos of red-bellied woodpeckers touching other birds with their tongue at bird feeders. why are they suck little freaks?

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the gender my parents know about and my much cooler gender my online friends know about

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One hand blogging the other strokin that thang 💯💯

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I was at a bookstore looking through the art section and I saw a spine that said The Camden Town Nudes which was interesting because this didn’t seem like the bookstore where I would ever find something like that and I wanted to have a casual look but like. This also wasn’t exactly the bookstore where you felt like you could look at naked pictures let alone just suggestive paintings of them, it’s a really small shop as well, so I was like right I’ll just take a quick peek, I’m an art student, I love history, maybe I’ll buy it. I looked both ways and saw the shopkeep had left momentarily and no one was about, so I opened it and found it was an entire book featuring nude Edwardian women all painted by Walter Sickert between 1905-1912 and it was actually quite a revolutionary set of paintings for its time given that it featured very raw depictions of working class nude women in dark London instead of the elegant, white bedsheet clad, Demure middle and upper class women usually depicted.

And of course RIGHT as I flip to this lady’s boobs practically taking up an entire double page spread, every customer in a 5 mile radius appeared from around the corners of the shelf including the shopkeep and immediately regressing to a wet, pathetic Edwardian man from 1908, startled, I dropped the large book which caused a giant SLAP on the floor in this already silent store thus causing all patrons to look down at me scrambling on my knees to close a giant book of Edwardian boobs and let me tell you it would not have been nearly as funny had I not immediately felt like some Edwardian local pervert who just tried to sneak a cheeky peek at the erotic book in the bookstore only to drop it dramatically causing a scene, red up to his ears trying to shove it back on the shelf. Like such a casual and normal thing in modern day but looking at Edwardian women suddenly turned it into this egregious act as I apparently became possessed by the spirit of a moustached man in a bowler hat and morning coat going Good Heavens I mustn’t gaze upon these images in public lest the constable haul me away!

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undiagnosing myself with everything. im free and happy

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had to show you guys. he looks so unbelievably bad. for context he always gets shit crusted in his fur because he doesn’t maintain it so my mom decided to give him a haircut and wanted to even it out

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Thinkin bout how Travis's animal forms are described, those darker than dark eyes, and how the only thing described similarly to them is the space between life and death, the shores of the river, where the cutting stone lies. It makes me wonder if they're not eyes, with irises and pupils, but an actual window to the shoreline. It also makes me wonder if his eyes weren't always that void dark, if, when he transformed while within the river, being ripped back to the place of living kinda fucked him up a bit (more than just emotionally cuz of. what else was going on at the time)

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Its time for a fresh start *wakes up in a mangrove*

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bring out the rotating tiger

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