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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Not today Justin
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Jules of Nature
One Nice Bug Per Day
Peter Solarz
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Sweet Seals For You, Always

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I'd rather be in outer space šø
we're not kids anymore.
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@sorazard
Aphrodite, goddess of love
a character: *has potential*
writers: Time To Dieā¢
everyone in fantasy novels is horny on main for elves and itās honestly a travesty like why the hell would you want to marry an elf youāll just spend the rest of your days growing old in the woods with a bunch of immortal bastards whose heads are so far up their asses they think singing week-long ballads is prime entertainment and say shit like āthouā and ābeseechā unironically y'all should be hooking up with dwarves who 1. actually know how to throw the fuck down and let loose at a party 2. will literally shower you in diamond dust and gold they mined and crafted with their bare hands and 3. can sling you over their shoulder like a sack of potatoes with their huge muscular arms developed from hours of said mining and crafting. thereās literally no contest.
The history is all wrong. There was no apple bitten, no snake tempting, no man blaming It was just us ā the wild children of Eden All honeyed skinned, and golden tongued All fault-line glances, all suffocating rectitude. I had a dream we were robbing constellations, Turning harps rotten until it shook God in to a hunger strike. It was looking through another soul Seeing all dark sides, the hidden Atrophy, seeing the dynamite in his mouth and never faltering in crashing lips. I see us as how we had been, or How we could be. How wounding. How disdainfully us. Your rib, my poniard My heart, your fruit. Loving you was the first religion Loving you was the first offering. Today we are half sick celestials. the myth of a memory Eons ago we were but humans caught In the war between God and Satan. The scriptures got it all wrong, We were as much as the worldās undoing As we were its casualties. Someday we will be more than rumor fed shadows.
CamilleaĀ // BEHIND THE SCENES WITH ADAM & EVE (Part 1)
This makes me really happy
my fave bit of black dog folklore is that in some folklore there is a belief that the first person buried in a cemetery stays there and doesnāt cross over and helps other spirits move on and protects them from evil spirits, now naturally people want to avoid this fate for their loved ones and themselves so they would sometimes bury a dog first and it would return in the shape of a big black dog and protect the newly dead from evil spirits and occasionally the living as well
this kind of spirit is called a church grim
You mean itās called a good doggie.