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[remorseful-fugitive]

Alt!

“Come on... Where is she?”

Carrying a handbag full of fruit with her, Flower searched all over the city for her friend, but to no avail. This was strange to her. Where did her friend could of gone to? Unless—

Suddenly, she had bumped into someone by accident.

“I’m so sorry!” Flower exclaimed sheepishly. “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

[fashionablyenigmatic]

"alt!"

Emerging from hell, his soul echoed with demonic laughter and memories of past contracts. The searing pain of jagged rocks on his ethereal form reminded him of the body he'd left behind. Whether buried or burned, he knew it would reform on the surface. He had struck a bargain with low-level demons, skillfully navigating hell's depths and enduring its torments to resurface. This wasn't his first time; he'd done it several times before, always proving the demons wrong. The intense pain was bearable to him, a soul accustomed to hell's fires. He persisted until the scorching heat ceased, encountering the cold damp earth and transitioning back to his decaying body.

With the incantation "Mortem Expello et Vitam Abstraho Circum Me," he expelled living pests from his corpse and began reanimating his form. The ground around him withered as he absorbed life force, gradually restoring his body. Though speech eluded him at first, he mouthed the incantation repeatedly, expanding the zone of death and feeding on the life around him. Finally, with renewed strength, he shattered his coffin, emerging from the earth. He hovered above his grave, hungry for life, ready to hunt. The abandoned cemetery, devoid of blessings, marked the beginning of his search for the next living being.

Stilio Mordere was back.

[spaceshipsandpurpledrank]

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[rizlearns]

1. Juli: Hvordan er det juli?!

2. juli: i dag er den beste dagen i livet mitt!

3. juli: i dag er den verste dagen i livet mitt!

Jeg er lei av denne måneden allerede

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✰ ﹡ º ❛ ʷᵃᶰᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵖᶫᵃʸ ᶦᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘᵗᵘʳᵉ  

meredith quill  /   guardians of the galaxy                sunday morning, her favorite pop songs were playing throughout the house. ❛ peter, your grandpa’s waitings, ❜ leaning against the beam, calling for him from upstairs. ❛ don’t leave him high and dry star-lord, ❜ shuffling could be heard from upstairs as her father waited outside, preparing the truck. she made a deal with him, to take peter fishing, while she prepared everything for his birthday. as soon as he bolted outside, he flew right past her and towards the screen door.  ‘bye mom’ the words flew past her but she was right behind him ❛ peter! ❜ calling his name, watching as he turned around. waving his fishermen hat, she just smiled ❛  catch me a big one, alright? ❜ with a nod, she kissed his cheek and waved good-bye.                watching the both of them drive off, she returned inside and grabbed her purse. she had to head into town to buy the walkman he wanted for his birthday. 

[gioiaassa92-blog]

ALT!

Buon pomeriggio miei cari Lettori e Lettrici, finalmente vi pubblico il post delle mie impressioni del concerto di Renato Zero. Il 19 Dicembre del 2016 sono andata al concerto di Renato Zero al Mandela Forum di Firenze. Insieme a me c’erano Licia, che sarebbe mia zia anche se noi siamo abituati a chiamarla per nome. Mio cugino Marco, la sua ragazza Rosalia, la mamma di Rosalia e la Lara che noi…

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