I am developmentally normal and do NOT need to see this character with his friends in his belly. This is not among my needs.

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I am developmentally normal and do NOT need to see this character with his friends in his belly. This is not among my needs.
He'd known these men for twenty years and more . . . They were like brothers to him, and he didn't care if he never saw them again.
Joyce Carol Oates, from The Falls
Compatriots returning home buy gifts for the family at the Christmas market, 1918 - by Willy Römer (1887 - 1979), German
A SHAMAN IN SUBURBIA
This drawing began as a Paleolithic scene of a shaman-like fire dancer (vaguely autobiographical odd loner with limited social skills) casting an artist-shaped shadow on a cave wall with a pack of shadowy others outside the overhang watching him. Compatriots or predators? Hard to say. Now those others are 21st century suburbanites. The alienation remains, but the dancing has become less…
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With Aisling Bea at the British Ambassador’s residence in Dublin, 10 July 2018
With Aisling Bea at the Choose Love store in Los Angeles, 19 December 2019
Remember… Northern Irish people tend to have this sharp, dark sense of humour. — Aisling Bea
Sword wielding cavalier Siegbert in FE Heroes
Btw I'm hungarian and really love that you made all times~ I love how you can catch their personality and features. És nagyon sajnálom, hogy csak egy másfél hete találtalak meg itt tumblren :D <3
Aa there’s so many of you suddenly, this is so nice!! Thank you so much! És ugyan, ne sajnáld. A lényeg, hogy meglettem :D <3
We fled you others, corrupt compatriots, love without a bed, in the woods its dark arms.
Alice Notley, from Certain Magical Acts