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Summer vibes
“tattoos are going out of style” they’ve been around for a thousand years im sorry you’re conservative now get well soon ig
You are less fashionable than Ötzi the ice man who had sick tattoos
Hieronymus Bosch
Brazil compared to Pluto.
thank you for come to brazil
Riolu fought a Skuntank (He won)
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Clark Gallagher
hello male writer. before you is a typewriter. you have one day to write a novella with a woman as the protagonist without describing her breasts. the timer begins now
Her ass was like a peach, and brother I’m in her pit.
well. that one’s on me
Minotaur, marble sculpture, Greco-Roman
So furries have been here all along
Happy March 15th to those who celebrate.
some bard named Gerardus Arthur of Waye: damn that’s sucks i should go write music
green's my colour.
[Image Description: Text of the poem “To the Young Who Want to Die” by Gwendolyn Brooks, next to a black and white photo of the poet. Poem reads as follows:
Sit down. Inhale. Exhale. The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait: will wait a week: will wait through April. You do not have to die this certain day. Death will abide, will pamper your postponement. I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment. You need not die today. Stay here–through pout or pain or peskyness. Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow. Graves grow no green that you can use. Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.
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