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The Umbrella Academy 3.07
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cleverhologramchild · 2 years
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Fuckity fuck, I got a crush
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cleverhologramchild · 2 years
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I think I forgot to change the temperature of my laundry machine before putting my clothes in...
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cleverhologramchild · 2 years
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Correction. My cat is definitely a witch.
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I wanted a cute picture but now it looks like I am making a vodoo doll with the help of my witchy cat.
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I wanted a cute picture but now it looks like I am making a vodoo doll with the help of my witchy cat.
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cleverhologramchild · 2 years
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My god, I missed tumblr
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cleverhologramchild · 3 years
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Hey bitches, I am back, not for long probably but I am back
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cleverhologramchild · 3 years
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Forget about bellybuttons, if you don't have scars on your knees from falling over and over again as a kid, there is 100% chance you are not human.
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cleverhologramchild · 3 years
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What if, evertime you did a specific action it either lead to something you love or something you hate, but you have no way of knowing what it would lead to each time?
Because I realised that everytime I fall asleep on my back I either have sleep paralysis or a lucid dream.
And I really love lucid dreams but hate above all sleep paralysis.
Do you see my problem?
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So, im crawling through footage for material for an unrelated gif matter and in all this goddamn time watching this ludicrous series not once did I ever register that Dolores is in fact fucking haunted but alright
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This isn’t some kind of editing error (one continuous up close take?), and it isn’t Five’s doing, clearly. Whether this is intended as a quick little wink wink audience, or they intend at some point to pull a weird Pinocchio situation that would kill me with instant psychic damage, well that remains to be seen… 
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cleverhologramchild · 3 years
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When I was a kid, we had this educational game were you did math problems and French grammar and stuff. In the game you had different places like the beach, the road, the forest. Each place had its own problems and exercises and everytime you finished all the exercises you had games and a music you could play on repeat.
But in one of the places the music HAUNTED me.
It was the story of a boy who lived underwater, he went out with his friends and he discovered a map leading to a treasur, he found the treasur but he had to solve many riddles to reach the key.
And after every riddle it sang
"If you want to finish your dream
You'll have to find the key
Before the sun break the dawn
The countdown is on"
And in the end, he finally finds the key but before he is able to open the safe, he wakes and forgets everything about his dream.
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cleverhologramchild · 3 years
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A traditional Algerian sleeveless dress made of velvet and embroidered with golden yarns, it used to be worn by Algerian Jewish women on top of a velvet ghlila. The dress shown here belonged to Alice Bibas, born Chakeroun, who got it from her grandmother - Beni Ounif, Bechar, 1890.
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cleverhologramchild · 3 years
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Supporting bisexuals is ace culture
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cleverhologramchild · 3 years
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"So complex is the human spirit that it can itself scarce dicern the deep springs which impel it to action"
The White Company
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cleverhologramchild · 3 years
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- He doesn't ask too many questions, and he doesn't talk too much.
- He might not have a tongue, but he's got eyes in his head.
THE THIRTEENTH TALE - Diane Setterfield
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cleverhologramchild · 3 years
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"She would lose herself for hours in the shattered corridors of the past, grieving ocer tragedies long gone as though they had happened only yesterday, abd heedless of today's sorrow."
~ Diane Setterfield (The Thirteenth Tale)
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