In store it sings to me In thirst I crave That juice which calls to me with its brand name And do I buy again for that low price? The Fanta of the Opera is there Inside my cart
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
almost home

Product Placement
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Kiana Khansmith
i don't do bad sauce passes

roma★
styofa doing anything

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Discoholic 🪩

Andulka
trying on a metaphor
Claire Keane

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dirt enthusiast

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@miseryhead33
In store it sings to me In thirst I crave That juice which calls to me with its brand name And do I buy again for that low price? The Fanta of the Opera is there Inside my cart
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WATCH THIS VIDEO TO SEE RULES/PRIZES! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RRWA5HbNebk
My majestic fluff tails are actually forest angels.
I cosplayed Edna Mode from The Incredibles at Holiday Matsuri and needless to say I spent the day hunting down characters with capes and getting irrationally angry at them
This makes me irrationally happy
Beauty ♡
THE LEANING TOWER OF PISA IS IN ITALY
IT’S ITALICIZED
magic cat
blessed post
Celebrity TRL Photo-Booth Pt. 2 (Part 1)
When this movie came out there was a tutorial on Missy's faux dreadlocks in Seventeen magazine. I thought it was a silly hairstyle then and my opinion hasn't changed.
This poor dude is waiting for his date for the prom unknowing he is being watched by the crew of a hit TV show
The tides coming in, hurry up dude.
Tide got him but he’s ok.
He’s texting his girl but she’s not showing up. Is she standing him up?
His best bud just showed up to help him.
Tide is really coming in now, he’s on the phone. Things are getting frantic.
Will she arrive in time? We’re gonna give him a round of applause if she says yes and arrives.
OH NO!
CREW IS ENCOURAGING HIM TO RE-DO HIS WORK. WE’RE SHOUTING “DO IT!”
HE IS RE-MAKING THE MESSAGE! I REPEAT! HE IS REMAKING THE MESSAGE!
WE HAVE RECIEVED WORD THAT THE GIRL IS ON A TREASURE HUNT IN THE CITY AND THIS IS THE FINAL LOCATION. HIS FRIEND IS STALLING FOR TIME.
UPDATE: BEACHGOERS HAVE JOINED IN TO HELP THIS BOY REBUILD HIS MESSAGE TO THE GIRL! HIS FRIEND HAS JOINED IN AS WELL.
IT’S ALMOST DONE! THEY MIGHT MAKE IT!
THE MESSAGE IS COMPLETED! THE QUESTION IS NOW “WILL SHE SAY YES?”
BRO OF THE YEAR JUST BROUGHT A GIRL. I THINK THIS MAY BE IT!
I THINK THIS IS IT!
SHE’S APPROACHING!
YES! THE ANSWER IS YES!
OUR CREW IS CHEERING FOR THESE TWO.
Bob Ross Paints a beautiful portrait using only gray to show a colorblind man that “anyone can paint”
Completely understand
Creepypasta #1071: The Free-Writing Friday Assignment
Length: Short
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Last October, I gave a special assignment to my sixth period Literature Arts class on the Friday before Halloween. The instructions were simple. Write a story or poem that is scary, about anything as long as it is school appropriate. That meant no excessive use of gore, no vulgarity, no sexual content, and no overwhelmingly descriptive violence. Just scary enough to horrify me.
They took it as a challenge. Well, most of them anyway. I taught a class of teenagers and as with all high school classes, not all of them worked. Some talked and laughed with their friends or focused on sending texts back and forth or watched YouTube and Netflix. Classic teenager stuff.
To be fair, there were a few students who actually worked on the assignment during the period.
Anyway, after the bell for seventh period had rung and my students left for their next and final class of the day, I read over their papers. A majority of them were unfinished sentence fragments and paragraphs detailing cliche horrors. The Slender-man. Ghost girls crawling up from underneath little children’s beds and out of closets. Killers who wore masks and went after teenagers. A girl having a rattlesnake slither up her throat. Monsters already seen in countless horror films and stories and shows. Nothing too original, mind you.
Only one stood out of the pile. It was written by one of my least social students, Amanda Gonzalez, a brown eyed, black haired Latina girl who kept to herself. The other students didn’t like her, not all of them but enough for her to keep her hand down when I asked for volunteers. They threw racial slurs at her. I didn’t help because I didn’t see any malice to it. Almost everybody in our southern town throws those words around without a care.
As I read what she had wrote, my face went cold. It was only a single sentence.
“I’m sorry Mr. Richard, but I don’t want to hear those names again.”
A few seconds later, the first gunshot rang out from down the hallway.
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Credits to: EvantheNerd83
raise a glass to freedom
#womensmarch