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petscrub · 7 months
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I’M A FOOL zip up hoodie
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artaxerxesthegreat · 1 year
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I knew something was bugging me for the longest time since I’d seen Black Panther Wakanda Forever. And it’s nothing serious, but that one scene where K’uk’ulkan and Queen Ramonda are on that little beach talking to each other, something about him just stick out in my mind.
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This motherfucka has a magic septum piercing
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Namor: You wanna see a magic trick? I’ve been practicing all day!
Queen Ramonda: …No.
Namor: (too bad)✨ta-da✨ I can make my septum piercing disappear… like your daughter.
Queen Ramonda: I hate you so much.
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That is all
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lullnyx · 9 months
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Doing some more painting
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francesderwent · 4 months
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my boss the pastor and my coworker both wished me a happy birthday first thing this morning, which was odd, because we’d just talked about when my birthday was (Christmas Eve) and today (random Tuesday the 19th) is a weird mistake to make. there was no reason for it. but they’re older and it’s a busy time of year and so I just dismissed it. and then around noon all the office volunteers and church ladies let themselves in the backdoor at once and called my name and yelled “surprise”, and so there was a very obvious reason to think my birthday was today, and that’s that today was my party
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gothicfairytopia · 5 months
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feeling like a terrible william wordsworth AND hunger games fan today .. not lucy gray lost in the SNOW .. this is devastating
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ltstrikesback · 5 months
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The nerve of me to get on this gay ass website and act like I wasn’t gonna watch last twilight
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I’ve realized I had a great opportunity to make special polls premierpoll
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menace-to-the-devil · 5 months
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If you listen closely, you can hear me dying
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plposting · 2 months
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I forever regret my choice on the “which Layton character commits road crimes” poll
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catlilithdraws · 1 year
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Cosy night in
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schlafparalyse · 4 months
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𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞‘𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔. 𝙲𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚢, 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗.
𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞.
𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚎.
𝙼𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜, 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.
What I never told you..
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I just wanna say I have held out starting kiseki for so long because I don’t want to do this episode a week shit again but here I am dying over episode 10 💀💀💀
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‘Are you ok’ no I’m rereading and realise I’m a dumbass for not picking up on foreshadowing
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t1gerlilly · 25 days
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You know. Supernatural broke something in me. I know it’s stupid. That I’m stupid. But I was losing hope for love in my own life at the same time as I was losing hope for Dean, who I identified with so much. One didn’t cause the other. But it just felt like the universe was showing me that there wasn’t any hope, and there wasn’t supposed to be.
And the way it ended was SO BAD. Just unutterably, painfully awful. I said, I’m not doing THAT again. And I haven’t.
And OFMD was such a goddamn gift. I just. Season two was perfect. No notes. Just a joy. But, like, it felt like a fluke.
But 911, oh. That was a surprise. I just don’t expect any character I like to get anything good. It…hurts, like all my hope is rusty. And it makes me wonder if I should hope for myself again.
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I wish these feeling would go away. We were barely friends.
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screaming--agony · 2 months
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Dear Diary,
I haven’t wholeheartedly listened to music in awhile. Yes there are tunes in the background but I haven’t listened. My mind has been on-the-go survival mode. There hasn’t been a break. But I also haven’t wanted one. If I truly sit down to reflect, I will genuinely break down. Like now. I’m exhausted from life’s endless battles no matter my attempts of “good” and “positive”. I try to be attentive. I try to be helpful. I try to be present. Throughout the day, I try to stay positive and keep busy to improve my life regardless of my chronic illness knocking me physically down. By night, none of it seems to fill a void within me. No matter what “good”, life curb-stomps my soul. I feel empty. I don’t want to sleep but I don’t want to get out of bed. I don’t want to eat. I don’t want to drink. I don’t want to be awake. I don’t want to be anything. Every single thing is backsliding unable to catch traction. No one to turn to. No one to talk to. I’m soulfully drained. I don’t know what to do anymore.
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