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yesornopolls

do you have any friends that are 4x your age or more?

Do you have any friends that are 4x your age or more?

Yes

No

Remaining time: 1 day 13 hours

#me and my buds the corpses #no no it’s okay for me to say that I work at a cemetery

murkymarco

Caught myself spiraling and then remembered it's just my body not wanting to exist in these temperatures

obsequist

What’s CNC

Cookies n cream babie

eebie

The apple they fed to snow white wasnt poision at all it was just a red delicious

pangur-and-grim

someone accused me of feigning a sexual attraction to spiders for clout. there's easier ways to get clout, man.....

pangur-and-grim

mid-evil-werewolf

You will never understand the mental torture of being 12 years old and having a debilitating crush on Hugo Weaving Elrond & having to lie to ur friends and say you like Legolas Orlando bloom like all the other girls so you don’t get fucking bullied

mid-evil-werewolf

Now I’m 35 and I have a live sized cardboard Elrond who lives on my stairwell & I kiss him every time I go upstairs so anyway the moral of the story is never kill yourself

mid-evil-werewolf

No hate on you because you’re braver than any US marine for that but I think we might have been having wildly different experiences

hooved

lemon is so so so fucking good in sweet food and savory food and spicy food and salty food and drinks. she has it all

mizuform

bouncing on it stupid and dorky style

eliluminado7

My name was Mitya Ivanovich of Ryazan. I was nine winters old when I died. In 1353 winter came early. The boyars took our grain, the wolves took our goats, and hunger took our minds. One night, I was sent to fetch water from the well. I leaned too far and saw my reflection tremble. Then the rope snapped. The well was bottomless, or so they said. They found my boots days later, frozen solid and standing upright like a man still waiting for spring. If you read this far, it’s too late to pretend you didn’t. You have until the next cockcrow to send this message to 10 villagers or one tax collector. A boyar’s son once received this message carved on birch bark. He laughed, said peasants have no ghosts, and burned it in his hearth. That night, his estate flooded with boiling kvass. A widow in Novgorod copied this tale and sent it to 12 others. The next morning, her cow gave birth to triplets. All healthy. She named them Mitya, Mitya, and Mitya. I still look over their bloodline. Send this to 10 people if you don't want to end up like the boyar's son. Your time starts now

toskarin

I mean you've threatened to kill me a bunch of times. You once told me you were gonna drown me in a river like a kangaroo.

[warm laugh of fond reminiscence] I did do that

kalichnikov

There's lots of problems with USA public education but also a lot of you were just drawing Naruto characters kissing while your history teacher tried to tell you about the Scramble for Africa