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@frankiebee123
Wade is all of us
LMAOOO i tried to post the car fight from deadpool 3 on youtube with casual playing in the background and it immediately got copyrighted. marvel your homophobic side is showing /j
anyways here is is cause i'm not a pussy
I would like to take a moment to point out how Wolvie was pinning him down by gripping his belt
It just gets gayer and gayer
Careful. They bite. 🍳🍳
🌼 Pen pal letter I made 🌼
#LydiaDeetz #Beetlejuice #illustration
Oh, how adorable.
Beetles are cute
Thought I’d share this smol cover of me singing Good Little Girl/ Boy from Adventure Time 🍓💕
dark academia but you live in the countryside
wax jackets (barbour or similar) with lots of pockets… you can carry so many books in a poacher’s pocket
battered leather boots that were smart once
walking through a village graveyard with the sun at your back, warming you slightly in the crisp morning
always carrying a pocketknife (opinels are preferable)
tweed jackets - practical and warm (and classic da)
sketching the animals and plants around you and pinning them up in your room
collecting insects and labelling them neatly in their boxes
finding a sun-bleached sheep skull on a mountainside and taking it home
wandering across fields and moors with no particular aim in mind, and a hip flask full of whisky to keep you warm
stone churches in tiny villages, the smell of old bibles, sun through stained glass windows
taking a stack of books down to the river to sit and read in the sun
riding your bike down to the village library, occupying the only table for the afternoon
paddling barefoot down freezing streams, trousers rolled to your knees, cutting your feet on the rocks and feeling alive