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wretched beginning, wretched end. 30s, she/they

[sandyscars]

I just think d. Gray-man would be better if timcanpy also had a gun

[qinchefanart]

source

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

the meaning of life? is to make your bedroom as comfy as possible. that's it that's the purpose

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

the secondary purpose is to equip your kitchen and get really really really into international cuisine

[sturgeonposting]

when you get the two sturgeon plushes……. can you make them kiss….

Brother thats the first thing on my list

[mysillycomics]

[pop-six-squish]

So I finished my first run of Baldur's Gate 3...

[kokoko-sir]

they are well-trained you see

[thememedaddy]

[valtsv]

i hate it when people ask me to "explain my thought process" like hell if i know

[valtsv]

"what's going on in that head of yours?" nothing i want to be a part of

[probablily]

sometimes i agree with a post but i dont like your attitude

[shadeslayer]

overdraft fee is crazy like bro you literally know i dont have the money

[chronicallyhomoerotic]

this is a poem. To me.

[klaasje]

really good text from my sister in law

[twinicegiantorbiters]

scientist girls in their labs, witch girls in their cottages. both are oh so hard at work coming up with new types of beams to shoot at each other

[twinicegiantorbiters]

they are sending their familiars and their lab assistants to fight each other in the forests and in the parking lots

[mmmmbees]

[h4nifah]

sorry im not giving into the cutting out sweet treats propaganda. life is hard enough

[delinquentbookworm]

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

[pregnanthudsonwilliams]

not naming names but some of you are so creative and talented it's an honor to have you in my phone

[biocrafthero]