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Claire Keane
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Three Goblin Art
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Janaina Medeiros
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Little White Mushrooms, Seabeck, Washington
These illustrations by artist Juhani Jokinen paint a beautiful picture of a different era.
Perhaps I overreacted. I’m a mix of emotion, so I apologise.
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Losing my muse/s, lack of interaction, and social issues.
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okay, so I started reading The Stolen Throne. Baby Loghain is pretty much everything I expected him to be. Baby Maric… let’s just say I was not expecting Alistair 2.0
If my Warden had been like my Inquisitor
Riordan: Woah. Hold up. We don't have to kill Loghain. We could recruit him. I mean, dude's got skills, so why don't we make him a warden?
Alistair: What in the fresh fuck are you thinking? We almost died cause of him. No friggin' way am I gonna agree.
Warden: Yeah. I'm with Al. I mean, I think we need another ally that we all feel we can trust, so recruiting him might be a
Warden: *shades on*
Alistair: Oh Maker, no, don't.
Warden: LOW GAIN.
Alistair: OMFG
Loghain: .....nah. Just execute me.
Because his tags are filled with cricket noises……I’m going to give the old man some love.
"Loghain has no remorse about Ostagar."
"Loghain left those men to die and didn’t even care."
"Loghain is a murderer and his retreat was a betrayal."
Sorry, can’t hear you over the sound of reality. (x)
Ain’t no grave - Johnny cash.
You cannot live when you are untouchable. Life is vulnerability.
Édouard Boubat, Notebooks, 1958 From Édouard Boubat: A Gentle Eye (via liquidnight)