30+ year old women are the backbone of this website
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I have so many incoherent durge thoughts that I'm trying to piece together. Like I like thinking of them as a corpse within a corpse trying to live. You have always been dead in some way even before the story began. Like the little baby you might've been before your father's blood started speaking to you died the first time you picked up the knife. You carry the corpse you who you could've been inside of you. Pushed all the way down but it's still there rotting away. When Orin put the tadpole in your skull, the untouchable prophet of Bhaal died. And now you're left with it's clawing hunger and a humiliation you can't shake. And like sure you can reclaim your birthright but that part of you is still gone. Everyone saw you fall and the pedestal will never be as high or sturdy or stable. You can come close to how you were but you'll never be the same.
And if you turn your back on your father, he kills you and leaves you a corpse yet again. You come back but it still doesn't change the fact that he made another corpse for you to carry. The guilt for past sins, the strange emptiness that fills your head where the urge used to be and the muscle memory that's never gonna leave you.
Like you've always been dead in some way. A piece of dead flesh molded into a person who is constantly killing some part of themselves. A corpse within a corpse within a corpse.
Does that make sense?
And you can die again, if you reject Bhaal’s blood. Your growth is a long line of corpses left behind you. It’s up to you to decide whether the corpses belong to you or someone else. God, you’re so right.
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Yeah, it's simple and it goes like this
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All the fear and the fire
Of the end of the world
Happens each time a boy falls in love with a girl
Happens great, happens sweet
Happily, I'm unfazed here, too
Wasteland, baby
I'm in love
I'm in love with you
All the things yet to come are the things that have passed
Like the holding of hands, like the breaking of glass
Like the bonfire that burns, that all words in the fight fell to
Wasteland, baby
I'm in love
I'm in love with you
And I love too
That love soon might end
Be known in it's aching
Shown in the shaking
Lately of my wasteland, baby
Be still, my indelible friend
You are unbreaking
Though quaking
Though crazy
That's just wasteland, baby
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hey!! how are you? how's your day/night going?
Omg hi bestie 😍🤭
I’m alright, thanks! I’m currently babysitting two cuties. How are you? :p
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Adam Hann caption supremacy
he just gets it
the mechanic one is my fav 🔧
that last one is just my reaction to these photos xx
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ur cucumber posting reminded me how i used to go to my grandparents' summer cottage when i was a child and they always had these big crubchy cucumbers there. probably most exciting (and one of the only exciting) thing that happened there JFJJGBFBFFK love cucumbers sm
that’s so cute red. you’re so cute
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Martin “curse this flesh prison” Blackwood
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