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my gender is loverboy
she says "u gotta try this shit," hands me water
can you paypal me one ancient rusting coin
my bad for assuming everyone has critical thinking skills btw
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bro your whimsy. you forgot your fucking whimsy. your solemn and somber attitude is scaring the hoes
faeries are not real but i wish thwy were so i could spray one with raid
harry houdini to his wife after a long exhausting dinner with arthur conan doyle
The veil is thick here..... I sense fuck all
*shakily placing my hand on the side of a costco* the spirits here are normal
book binding update: just finished sewing the signatures together and plan on making/attaching them to the covers tomorrow
omg yes!!!! it looks so cool... this is the best thing that's happened to me in my life akdhdgafjksks
Well I like it but it’s not very well written. Also it’s a visual mess. The plot doesnt make any sense and the creators suck and its politics oscillate from mildly problematic to frankly baffling. I wouldn’t recommend it to anyone. However. the character
he needs enrichment
i love working to the sound of someone else losing their marbles. this is my favorite genre of youtube video
oh, he’s lost it, lost it.
truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.
northern hemisphere babes we made it to the longest night of the year. we made it. for the next 6 months, every day will give us a little more daylight than the last. let's go. take my hand. climb out of the darkness with me
southern hemisphere babes, they're stealing our fucking daylight!
book binding update! had to reprint the pages bc i made the font too small and margins too big originally. the signatures are not being pressed so they lay flat and after that ill sew them together!
this is so exciting!!!! I don't even know how to communicate how cool this whole thing is 😭😭🥺🥺‼️‼️
autistic anger issues are So Much. i have my temper more under control now in that i rly dont yell/lash out anymore but i do regularly boil inside with incandescent uncontainable rage over something inconsequential and then it evaporates in the span of ten minutes. incomparable
the first law of tragedies: the end is already written and inevitable. the second law of tragedies: your actions are all your own and you can choose to get off this ride whenever you want. the third law of tragedies: we both know that you are never going to do that.