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kosmogrl

oooh I get it it’s always gonna be because of the environment I grew up in

aceofpans

it’s because of the curse

galacticsabc

Go! Rocky, Go!

bellabolgerart

I’ve become a iron lung and bloodymary fan guys watch out

raphalorem

it doesn't matter

geocitiesephemera

Eyewitness Series II by DK Vision (1996)

i love making art

-1hp

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-1hp

> turns on my computer

> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default

> opens my email

> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default

> launches a software

> disables a new AI fea

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elvain

imagine being stuart skinner bro. you’re a goalie in edmonton and you play with mcdavid and draisaitl but everyone hates you then you get TRADED and suddenly you’re having beers and getting goalie taps with sidney crosby and evgeni malkin and kris letang and they’ve got multiple arenas around the league calling your name like it’s the mf coliseum and your career is essentially saved. and you have a mustache.

#stuart skinner #nhl #reblog #i suddenly got into hockey idk why #but stuart skinner my beloved #stu i have grown quite frond of you and arty #i love goalies man u.u #also just going STUUUUUUU is so much fun

florensicz

cleaned up my sketch of gorgug :) he's so joyous and happy look at him!!

pigeonculttt

The Trans Agenda is to Keep My F*cking Friends Alive — sol rios

published as part of the Citizen Trans* {Project} by New Words Press

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[ID: The Trans Agenda Is To Keep My F*cking Friends Alive

sol rios

At 2pm and 2am. Sleep, I remember you. Please, wait for me. I send out 7 reminders to eat a day. Like little paper lifeboats. It’s nothing. And it keeps me afloat. I forget to eat too. I need company for my shot. .3ml of Estradiol over facetime. I tell my friend I’m being a baby about it, she says woman up. Daylight savings swallows up the hour in question. I was going to sit in the bathtub until you responded. And I need you to keep you alive for me. Just until Thursday. Just through to 6 am. I can send you 14 dollars for soup. I can lend you my ears. You’ll need both hands to hold a heart. Your razor clinking against the counter. In a dream I almost slip into, I reach through the phone and hide the blade in my open palm, before you notice. Text me, I say. In the morning. I love you. I need you alive. We can figure out the rest tomorrow. With or without sleep. With or without the light of the morning. /END ID]