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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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Not today Justin

Kaledo Art
Mike Driver
we're not kids anymore.

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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cherry valley forever
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Xuebing Du

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Claire Keane

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@dangernoodler
My first long furby is basicaly just five furbys in a trench coat
i love this so much i cannot even
So a while back I won a cheap eBay auction listing for a collection of love letters from the first world war.
They arrived today, and...the listing was WAY more than I expected for the price I won it for. There's over 100, and they're not just from WWI, but from 1906 (earliest I've found so far) through to 1915.
Charlie writes to his girlfriend, Gertrude. This is the most beautiful, lovesick stuff I've ever read. He sends her so many letters, sometimes twice a day, and lots of poems. He seems to have been an artist, as he talks a lot about small exhibitions of his stuff, and included a flyer for one. He also talks about how her parents don't approve of them and how he's desperately awaiting the day they'll be married.
I haven't found the latest of the letters, but the fact it's up until 1915 and then stops...doesn't give me hope for a happy ending.
This man continuously refers to his precious beloved Gertie as his queen and goddess, and whilst most of it is sickly sweet, there's some raunchy stuff too, with him talking about how he can't wait until they have a little house together and can 'please each other all day'...
There's. So many.
I'm going to put them in order by date, read them through, and then maybe even transcribe them so we can find out a bit about Charlie and Gertie's love story.
This man was absolutely lost in the sauce
Y'all he writes about sending her pressed poppies and postcards for her collection đđđ
111 years after Charlie got his dick touched in 1910, I decided to tell you all about it. Sorry Charlie.
Some more finds:
And some CODE!!!
Also all this is poems:
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This has a lot of notes so I need everyone to know:
They got married đđđ†(thank you to @lovesjustachemical for finding this!!!)
Mice, Radish, and Carrot, Takahashi Hiroaki, 1926, Art Institute of Chicago: Asian Art
Clarence Buckingham Collection Size: 26.2 Ă 38.7 cm (10 5/16 Ă 15 ÂŒ in.) Medium: Color woodblock print; oban
https://www.artic.edu/artworks/2821/
100 year old Aldabra tortoise with a few weeks old Aldabra baby posing for a new family photo, and its own baby photo from 100 years ago.
Edit: fixed the species, I put the wrong tort. Why did the post I make mistakes on have to go so far
Polaris
Forgotten by the world, but not by nature.
why are seals so relatable
this me.
Been making some new cards for my Redbubble
and behold a pale horse. and the name that sat on him was death. and hell followed with him
a hades + divine comedy crossover? on my dash? itâs more likely than you think
So, now that it's October, is Crowley awake yet???
If you can call it waking. I think heâs up enough to phone Aziraphale and ask if itâs all over yet? I do not think Aziraphaleâs answer about how we arenât actually in the official second lockdown yet, or the tone of voice in which it is delivered, followed by Aziraphaleâs helpful explanations about the Rule of Six, Household Mixing, or pub opening times, did much to get Crowley out of bed. And heâd put down the phone with a sigh.
If this were the old days, Crowley probably thought, Iâd have a commendation for the masks by now. A small, uncomfortable thing that human beings can do to keep other people and themselves safer, turned into a giant politicised shouty mess. Brilliant. Probably Iâd have a plaque. But of course, they donât need demons to come up with stuff like that. Hell is empty. All the demons are here...
And then, just a small, snakey snore.
All the year round - James Whitcomb Riley -Â 1912 -Â via Internet Archive
all these late nights
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My friend took these pictures of the orange sky over San Francisco due to the wildfires.