If the old man outside of the Celadon Gym can learn to respect women, so can you.

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JVL

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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pixel skylines
noise dept.
we're not kids anymore.
Not today Justin
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Misplaced Lens Cap
will byers stan first human second
YOU ARE THE REASON
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@lizzrobinett
If the old man outside of the Celadon Gym can learn to respect women, so can you.
do my dark circles and deteriorating health make me look hot
Build-a-Bear Employee: please,,, I can’t fit any more stuffing into this pikachu
Me: You fool….. Make Him Fatter
Aymeric /アイメリク
The new Eorzean Alliance is off to a great start.
The Garleans won’t know what hit them. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
I live in a panicked state that sits somewhere between “don’t be so hard on yourself” and “success is my only option”.
save yourself and dont be in a friend group of three
is this kingdom hearts
who else is stupid and eats bread
bless Scottish twitter
ya fuckin space slice
my biggest enemy in any video game: full inventory
Oh! I actually know the answer to this one! American newspaper ads charged by the letter, so a lot of people would eliminate unnecessary letters like the second L in “cancelled” or the U in “colour”. Some of these spelling changes were used so often that they stuck, and now Americans just spell some words differently. In summary: Americans spell things weird because capitalism
*Insert old ICarly joke*
I told myself not to do any shipping art until I finish the game, but it seems like I just can’t resist them.
Empty Chairs at Empty Tables
Oh my friends, my friends forgive me That I live and you are gone. There’s a grief that can’t be spoken. There’s a pain goes on and on.
Oh my friends, my friends, don’t ask me What your sacrifice was for Empty chairs at empty tables Where my friends will sing no more
Thinking of you, where ever you are.