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waterfire is a cool pony because of that flame she has in her eyes. it’s like she caught someone’s house on fire and she’s watching it burn to the ground.

“you’re next motherfucker”

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shslprince

what really happened in the exisal hangar

fluffysheeps

It’s a bunny kind of day 🐇🌼

twitterlols

this is amazing!!!!

dusky-sapphic

Trans women are ALWAYS included when I’m referring to women

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togepete

Can I ask a sex question

I started masturbating analy with one finger and it felt good but not great like i never got anywhere and git kind of bored

What's......... what's the question

volpalope

my-darling-boy

I was sad until I opened the Sims and made a dog called Chocolate Milk and I think you should look at him

queenofthewasteland

i was sad until i opened tumblr and saw a dog called Chocolate Milk and i think you should look at him

shower-raccoon

I was having an alright day that got elevated by a dog called Chocolate Milk and I think you should look at him

thefuzzydave

drinkyourjuiceshelby

stupidbeecandle

I lived and worked in a lighthouse at a previous job. There was a thick line painted in a circle around the shack where the fog signal was kept. The line represented how close you could get to the fog signal without experiencing physical harm in the form of eardrums shattering or worse.

Even in the house it was LOUD. Probably the loudest thing I have ever experienced but at a normal, predictable interval. You would begin to time your sentences with little pauses with the rest of the lighthouse crew so you would talk like this while making your………..HORN…………. tea and then carry on talking because you knew when it would go off. It rattled the walls and the dishes in our cabinet.

At least one girl had died there. They kept photos of her everywhere “in honor of her sacrifice” because she had decided to take the winter watch alone and died in a storm where bounders the size of mini vans had been lifted out of the ocean and left scattered across the island, to say nothing of the ice chunks. People weren’t allowed to be alone on the watch after that.

One day a dead moose washed up on shore and it took my entire crew all day but we managed to rig up a line to hang it up to dry because we thought having a moose skeleton in the house would really spice the living room up a bit. It did. Weird shit happens when six of you are left alone, like ALONE ALONE, no cell reception, no wifi, just a radio to contact the real world and not a lot of reason to do that. People don’t go on lighthouse jobs if they want to stay connected, I’ve found.

That said Id do it all again, I really do treasure those days