karl and rachel × scott pilgrim, i love this cute trend, aww!! (eah, my first post here, hii)
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I love summer very much, and especially the beach! That's why I thought I needed Rachel on the beach.
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Don't really post here, so
Here's Rachel
Bye bye.
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oh karl... (nepetascatnip on twitter)
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Karl if he become a human (this is just a joke)
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I still love Castle of Nation but would also like to post ocs and probably more
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RACHEL HATER
OCXCANON HATER
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EDSHTWT
PROSHIPPER
RACIST
HOMOPHOBIC
PEOPLE WHO SAY "I'm ___ 1# fan/lover!!!" (sorry it bothers me a lot)
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The Phantom of the Opera and Law of Talos brainrot is…. HUGE RN.
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Summer is coming soon..that's exciting!
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I don't know, but I still get goosebumps when I watch the latest episode Law of Talos
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Rache lllllllllll rachel ra chel r a ch el
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THOUGHT GAINED: INFERNAL ENGINES
PROBLEM
The world is ending. You know it, your neighbor knows it, the dealer knows it, the jailer knows it, the king and all his men know it. All one has to do is look around to see it— the future is curdling into something pale and incorporeal. The infernal machine that is this stupid world is going to blow, sooner rather than later. So what are you doing? Why are you still here? Why is anyone still here?
SOLUTION
You are doing the only thing worth doing. You are living. *Why,* you ask? Try and remember now. Remember your mother’s hand on your shoulder. Remember the taste of a fresh catch. Remember the times when you were kind to the dogs in the valley and they did not bare their teeth. Remember the weight of a child on your shoulders. Remember the stars throwing their light against the wall of sodium and smog. Remember singing until your throat was raw. Remember crying just as loudly and publicly, and the gentleness with which someone opened your curled fist and pressed a handkerchief into your palm. Crying, laughing, running, eating, screaming, haunting, loving, fighting, fighting, fighting. The fight fuels you, and you fuel the fight. You run yourself ragged just for a chance to keep running. You never stop. You cannot stop. The world depends on it. *You* are the infernal engine. You are the world. And, simply put: you want to live.
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