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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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neil hilborn, a place where someone loves you / [deactivated user] / @filmnoirsbian / anne sexton / sonnet by neil gaiman / caitlyn siehl, start here
oops all wolves
Cowering in the closet, the small man sat on the floor, shakily holding a lighter in his hands. His breath was unsteady as his hands, not wanting to get caught by either of his partners.
It was a habit he hadn't gone back to in a long time. He stole a cigarette out of Gumshoe's purse, she always carried both real ones and candy ones, but he made sure this one was real. It reminded him of when he was a child, sipping leftover alcohol from his passed out parents.
Stabilizing himself, he lit up the cigarette. He carefully placed it between his lips.
Instantly his lungs began to burn, his chest felt tight and everything felt bad. Filled with regret, he kept going. If he was going to do this he was going to force himself to commit. Pulling back he wheezed as quiet as possible, still not trying to be found.
Tears, both of catharsis and from the smoke, filled his eyes, letting the cigarette hang loosely from his fingers between his legs. He couldn't go on. So he was going to make himself pay for it.
Gripping the smoke between his index and middle fingers, he firmly pressed it against his own skin and pushed down hard. The tears came heavier, but he did not allow himself to cry. Noir would've been disappointed. He made small holes in his skin until there was no more warmth, leaving himself in the darkness of the enclosure.
Doodle rq.. Draw a big fluffy wolf :]
men who are detectives be like “he’s my partner” ..... ok you gay bitch 🤨
kisses him!
He quickly turns red and sheepish, just at his own girlfriend showing affection to him.
"Thank you, Nora..." He replies shyly, looking down at his feet.
Werewolf pup.
Werewolf from 2018 🌕🐺
Hi! We’re Sizzle and Grill!
We’re two Durr Burger workers who love our jobs very much. Feel free to ask us anything!
WRITTEN BY @cherrycookies , AUTHOR OF @tlnseltoes and @sleuthiing
things i needed to hear (as conversation hearts)
hey, jake..... want some milk?
Jake slammed his hands on the table in excitement from the offer.
“Yeah! I love milk.”
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𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝. > @𝚐𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍
Eyelashes were thick with tears, the man filled with sorrow. He was ashamed to have to present it to the one he loved constantly, but he couldn’t help it. Accursed with emotion, all he could do was cry.
Admittance to his faults always felt like defeat, a risk that she would love him less, that she wouldn’t want him anymore. Her worrisome voice almost pressured him, though, he had to tell her.
“The New Year is always the same, I never change. You- everyone else- you always continue to grow, but here I am, stuck. I’m pathetic. And it’s so stupid- and I’m so stupid- and-”
He could no longer form words, only noises vaguely resembling them, unable to summarize how he was feeling any longer.