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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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fuuuck I could use a mysterious benefactor right now
(In the cuck chair)(starts booing)
(Wife looks over)(I do a roman emperor thumbs down)(she executes the other guy)
messy Cass study inspired by Birthright
The Color of Pomegranates 1969
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Rapunzel costume designs for Tangled by Claire Keane
"they should be in a healthy relationship with good communication" they should be obsessive freaks who stalk each other and have zero boundaries
Galloping horses in the mist by Sofie
— MARIE HOWE.
[Image description: A poem titled My Dead Friends, plain black text on white background. It reads as follows.]
I have begun, when I’m weary and can’t decide an answer to a bewildering question
to ask my dead friends for their opinion and the answer is often immediate and clear.
Should I take the job? Move to the city? Should I try to conceive a child in my middle age?
They stand in union shaking their heads and smiling – whatever leads to joy, they always answer,
to more life and less worry. I look into the vase where Billy’s ashes were – it’s green in there, a green vase,
and I ask Billy if I should return the difficult phone call, and he says, yes. Billy’s already gone through the frightening door,
whatever he says I’ll do.
[End image description.]
they hate me because the years of memory loss has purified my mind
“The wolf, I knew, would lead me deep into the woods Away from home, to a dark tangled thorny place Lit by the eyes of owls.”
— Carol Ann Duffy, excerpt of “Little Red Cap”, in The World’s Wife