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Roasted chicken, ginger, daikon, shiitake mushroom soup with lime, cilantro, broccoli sprouts, and rice noodles

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stop buying tat. and by tat i mean cheap / shoddy / tasteless / tacky plastic shite. just stop buying it. listen. i'm all for a deal. but think of planet earth. stop buying plastic planters shaped like glup shitto. no more funko pops. you get the deal. but cringepics, you say. it's a birthday or a holiday season and my friends and family love tacky plastic fandom shit. please get them literally anything else. think of the planet. i live in australia and this country lights itself on fire more often than ever before historically and i'm not going to fry to a fucking crisp because you "needed" a hazbin hotel themed garden gnome. buy local. re-use. think sustainable. everyone wants to eat the rich and no one wants to stop lining their pockets

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shelf life

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u got games on ur phone?

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If zombies were real, you wouldn't first be warned by the approaching horde by their smell, by their groans, not even a cloud of smoke of the dust they raise coming closer from the horizon. It would be the flies. Hordes and hordes of insects, corpse-flies laying eggs on the carcasses of people who still walk, eating the eyeballs from their sockets, climbing across their unfeeling leathery skin. And the buzzing. The inescapable, deafening buzzing. Everywhere. Like you did not just kick a hornet's nest, but the very ground you walk on was a hornet nest, and each step caused another explosion of insects.

Insects, corpse flies, the buzzing. Their swarms blacken the skies, more horrifying than their migrating meals. The deafening cacophony of constant buzzing, the horrid noise of the living who feast on the dead who feast on the living. The buzzing.

The endless, inescapable buzzing.

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Odd Stone #2 by joctaviothomas on Flickr.

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me, eating a pile of nuts, cheese, and apple: mmmm tasty

the medieval peasant in my head watching me eat: thou knowst what would MAKETH this meal? dried fruits.

me, getting out the raisins: god damn, etheldred, you are SO right

the medieval peasant in my head: yet thou art still not heeding mine words regarding the blasphemy

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“Bitter Snow,” by Robert & Shana ParkeHarrison

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Good naps will have you sleeping in poses usually reserved for dead insects

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merry christmas guys

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Look at me

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I love our new apartment so much! I can't wait to reassemble my art wall and bake cookies for our new neighbors 💗

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this is my best friend newton i found him in the canary islands bbut idk what kinda moth he is if hes even a moth but hes very cute :333

thank you for all the stuff you do i love your blog!!

Hello Newton! I love you Newton! This is indeed a moth - a sphinx moth in the genus Hyles.

And thank you for your kind words :)