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do you think you’d actually notice if someone didn’t cast a shadow? or if their limbs were just slightly too long? or if they had just a little too many teeth? like how many times have you passed Something on the street and you just didn’t Notice It

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stay woke monsterfuckers ur love is out there!!!!!

x-deer-teeth-x

yknow what? not my point at all in any way whatsoever, but I’m glad I could be an inspiration

destinyisforidiots

Rachel Wiley- “10 Honest Thoughts on Being Loved by a Skinny Boy”

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garfield-baybee

Reblog to have something good happen at 1:42 tomorrow

starving4s8n

I lost 3 lbs this week. So to share my joy here's a smol weight loss spell 💀🖤🕷💗🕷🖤💀 so that you may become scary skinny as well! ~reblog to cast and like to charge~

shymagnolia

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

shymagnolia

okay so i just got my dream job??? a week after applying to it?? and now i’m thinking….maybe this is the good luck post

flagellant

…..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment

likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post

carnetimaginaire

Sophie Woodrow, Quartet

dog-teeth

03.22.18

purplebuddhaquotes

“Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.”

— Lisa Kleypas

ghoulnextdoor

The Angelic Host, Phillip Valdez

slimybugbitch

@honeydrinker

humanoidhistory

Close-up views of stormy Jupiter, captured by the Galileo space probe in 1996 and 1997. (NASA)

tomatodust

“déraciné-e (uprooted)”, 2016

maxmundan

Susie had lived on a rat-eaten blanket on the sidewalks of Main Street, between First and Slaughter She was 97 pounds of bad language and bile but she’d hadn’t the muscle to fight off the crack-heads and junkies who needed her body to keep warm at night Since Susie’d blown out her veins before hitting the street, she’d been shooting in the fat of her stomach She’d hoped that the smell would deter the bad men but their type was not so easily discouraged When she’d begun to ooze green puss and red blood, a regular downtown Christmas, she was fresh out of millionaire benefactors and affordable insurance to get it taken care of This morning, when Austin came to pick me up, where I was waiting, between First and Slaughter, he pointed to the filthy blanket tied up in a ball and asked me, “What the hell’s that?” “That’s Susie,” I answered, “and she didn’t matter, to anyone.”

Max Mundan, Between First and Slaughter

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