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[everydaylouie]

statue of our ancestors

[rouxls]

oh mine god, i accidentally hath sent thou a picture of mine cock and balls...prithee delete it!! 'Lest...thou desire to look? haha I jest, delete it...should thee crave... haha nay, banish it...'lest?

[iloveamelia-deactivated20190212]

i deserve unrestricted access to old churches and castles i want to know all the secrets

[passionpeachy-deactivated202312]

:’)

[all-my-favourite-tunes]

Visit Original Link

Whenever I’m alone with you, you make me feel like I am fun again

[satotaturo]

19890523 PHONEHOM

[lovely-club]

[parappa-rappa]

PJ & PaRappa - I Scream! (1998)

[crystal-exarch]

thinking about offering simple colorations hmmm —–>artshop

[ghassstly]

here’s my take on modern day bill and ted and their bedroom pop subculture selves

[death-420]

Well, if you must know…

I am currently ‘eating a salad’. This ‘salad’ consists of ‘iceburg lettuce, radishes, red cabbage, and carrots’, all cut into thin slices and mixed together. I purchased this ‘salad’ while it was ‘on sale’. It was ‘on sale’ for ‘$0.50 off’. Needless to say, I ‘saved money’ by purchasing this ‘salad’ while it was ‘on sale’.

With that aside, I’m going to fucking ‘kill you’.

[securipun]

[chelsamander]

[xeravia-deactivated20191205]

As Above, So Below | Daniele Valeriani | 2018

Oil on canvas

[iamdreamingagain]

The academic life is being click-baited by article titles which are not at all related to the actual text of the article

[sleeppod-deactivated20140112]

[idnassandi]

Strawberry Shortcake Sweet Sleeper dolls

[phiillii]

tranquility

The golem slammed into Chad, and at the same time, it felt like something was slammed out of him. Like the last rotten breath of a dying person, it tumbled out of him, quivering one last time, one last miiine, and then – nothing. Silence. Chad blinked, and then, with as much force as the golem’s attack, came memories barreling into him. The calm when Guli found him, embraced him into a new life, a life finally free of all the loss and pain that had been his constant companion ever since he had set foot on this thrice-cursed island – he had felt good. Really good. And then, hiding in the shadows and stabbing that poor soul who had never done anything – stabbing him relentlessly, slicing his throat like butter, feeling his pulse slow and his warm blood gush out of him. Biff was his name. Had been his name. And Chad had slaughtered him like a sacrifical lamb.

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