wicked-wyrm
wicked-wyrm
mae govannen
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wicked-wyrm · 4 years ago
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im CACKLING
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wicked-wyrm · 4 years ago
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The forests in the Pacific Northwest…
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wicked-wyrm · 4 years ago
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wicked-wyrm · 5 years ago
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wicked-wyrm · 5 years ago
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wicked-wyrm · 6 years ago
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i sit down at the negotiating table and stare you in the eye. without breaking eye contact i take a sip of coke and don’t swallow it so it begins to hurt my tongue as a show of strength. unfortunately you don’t notice what i’m doing. i begin to cry involuntarily
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wicked-wyrm · 6 years ago
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Banff National Park | ( by Marcel )
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wicked-wyrm · 6 years ago
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wicked-wyrm · 6 years ago
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wicked-wyrm · 6 years ago
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Oh no… I saw a wiggly worm on the pavement and it looked sad and so I said “oh no, mister worm, you are in a very sorry state… back into the thicket with you!” and I gently put it back into the grass, and then I turned around and there was a TEENAGER LAUGHING AT ME… why are The Youth so cruel
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wicked-wyrm · 6 years ago
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oh, so i’m appearing?
im appearing and being perceived?
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wicked-wyrm · 6 years ago
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This is a strong contender for my favorite exchange I’ve ever seen on the internet
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wicked-wyrm · 6 years ago
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wicked-wyrm · 6 years ago
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“the pile of laundry in the corner of your room grows higher and higher. a bed remains unmade as the days sleepily blend into each other. unanswered calls try their best to get through to you and fail miserably. you have lost the desire to sustain forced interactions and conversations that carry more irritation than meaning. the blur becomes more vague as you stand outside of yourself, wondering when the treadmill will ever present you with purpose, wondering if escape is even a remote possibility anymore.”
— Noor Shirazie, passionless.
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wicked-wyrm · 6 years ago
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nothing more relatable than this
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wicked-wyrm · 6 years ago
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I’m losing my fucking mind we’re being grifted by the dumbest group of criminals
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