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Origami Around

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One Nice Bug Per Day
we're not kids anymore.

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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open

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Beastly knights for wild Nights
the experience of animal in your house never gets old. fuck yes dude there's an animal in here. did you guys know about the animal
It really be like that
YOU KNOW WHO THIS MF LOOK LIKE LOWKEY???
LOOK!!
cunt dykeula. is this anything.
Japanese stage play 'Dracula: The Musical' with its all-female cast. In particular, Wao Yoka as Dracula.
She is serving.
Karlach <3
original thread by @pukicho and several other users
women with horns
Jennifer Coolidge in a Tokusatsu themed photoshoot directed by Daniel Kwan and Daniel Scheinert, photographed by Lenne Chai, for W Magazine
Wooper | Mina Nakai
What the fuck is up with borzoi by the way, those fuckers are never just doing dog sit. Those things don't play fetch or bark at the postman they're always looming or being foreboding or predicting the exact date of your death or some shit
I had borzois for 16 years and it's like owning a pale, scrawny Victorian british child who suffered from a wasting disease as a boy. He was beaten severely throughout his youth for expressing excitement, so he's always nervous and needs reassuring around basically everyone, but his meak constitution prevents him from running around the house. Every once in a while you take him to a big field of flowers and he runs like a real boy for just a few minutes before other ghastly children appear over the hill and he hides behind your skirt again. You ask him if he wants to play with the other children and he screws his eyes shut and shakes his head.
Later that night you give him a digestible meal of boiled potatoes and soft aspic. He eats without complaint and then goes to his room to fetch his soft toys to play with. He sits on his knees, waddling them across the floor, not speaking nor betraying any emotion on his face. He takes a bedtime bath without complaint and washes behind his ears. He changes into his nighttime clothes and when you tuck him in and kiss his forehead goodnight, you can hear, so faintly, the rasping in his lungs that betrays that he shan't see his twentieth year
the beatles
bitch watch out there's a frost troll like 20 steps ahead
Statue of Rosie the Salmon, mascot of Sekiu, WA.
Last month I caught Covid, and right at the start of my symptoms I saw this post. For the next 8ish days, I was HAUNTED by this song. It played on a loop in my head for hours. I would wake up in the middle of the night covered in sweat singing “…mixed with Zach Galifianakis” as it bounced around in my virus-addled brain. It was literally inescapable.
Anyway as soon as that ended, the Morbin Time memes started so you can imagine how that went for me, who would be deliriously sick for another 5 days.