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izzy's playlists!
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will byers stan first human second
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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@tikirisuuko
i have no object permanence about myself. if i’m not in anyones eye sight i assume i have ceased to be. finding out people remember i exist, think about me, and even talk about me when i’m not actively in front of them is startling news every time it is brought to my attention
I’m curious - considering every pet of any kind you’ve had in your lifetime, where have you gotten your pets from?
Just shelters
Just pet stores
Just breeders
Shelters and pet stores
Shelters and breeders
Pet stores and breeders
Shelters, pet stores, and breeders
Other? (tags)
the consequence of this poll I am immediately really enjoying is seeing all the stories of ways people happened to get their pets in the tags :]
The feeling of his lips on yours drowns out the sickly inferno raging under you skin, your body battered by waves of agony. You wish you could die before this moment ends. The memory of the aching hollow in your heart as you sat on the cold rotunda floor taunts you. His love and admiration mocked you from all around. Plaster and paint sit by the final unfinished panel, dry and rotten.
Then the pain is gone, and your soul goes with it. A new agony claws inside your chest, twisting and ripping at your guts and bones. Fingers of dry ice crawl down your ribs, catching in the cracks and raking every caress, every kiss, every kind word from your very bone marrow. Talons of despair rake against your spine, pulling out the shards of murmured nothings and secret moments. The breath that escapes your lips is ice cold, bitter and broken as you feel the light go out in your world. Then he is gone.
The ache envelopes your heart again, crushing it with the weight of what you know will have to come in time. You pray for the release of death, unconsciousness, anything to take this profound feeling of emptiness from your chest. Your newly missing arm doesn’t even register as a guttural scream rips from your chest. You double over onto your knees, screaming with the same animalistic pain you’ve only ever heard from something in its final, violent moments.
You are hollow by the time your companions reach you, staring blankly into the sky as the Iron Bull pulls you into his massive arms. It feels worse than the pain. Feels worse than the explosive agony of the anchor blast, with its green fire ripping through the very cells of your arm. He took even that from you.
The realization is harsh. No matter how much your heart burned for him, how your skin felt electrified every time his fingers brushed over it, how your souls felt like one with the entwinement of your bodies, you knew how this had to end. The rage slowly seeped back in then, burrowing into and covering over every raw crack and crevice clawed into your heart like armor. Wrath cauterizes your wounds, a fury that you now cling to like a child to her mother’s skirt. It is all you need to sustain yourself.
It is all you have been left with.
some iconic dialogue that sounds like its from the great canon of literature but are actually from memes
I will face God and walk backwards into Hell
“I’ll do whatever you want” “then perish”
I have been through hell and come out singing
feel free to add more!
There are no gods here
Do I look like the kind of man who dies
God’s dead and soon we will be too
I thought there were no heroes left in this world
• you kneel before my throne unaware that it was built on lies
Impudent of you to assume I will meet a mortal end
This is hell’s territory and I am beholden to no gods
Bury me shallow, I’ll be back
- take this gift, for the gods surely won’t
God wishes he were me
One day, you will be face to face with whatever saw fit to let you exist in the universe, and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled
Violence for Violence is the Rule of Beasts
I am a testament of your failures
You cannot kill me in a way that matters
Every last one of these matches an ego
yknow what never comes up in zombie media that would 100% be a massive problem? snoring
scars in fiction: I got this trying to save my lover from an assassin- but tragically, I was too late. now I carry the mark of my failure with me always, and I can never forget~
scars in real life: so I was trying to open macaroni sauce with a paring knife
Tell me how you got your scars in the tags
who was your original blorbo? Like the first ever blorbo that you felt Blorbo Induced Emotions for
Some blorbos are obviously more popular than others. I should make a list of the most popular original blorbos when I have the time
new dream blunt rotation is the famous ppl u know of that u share a birthday with. mine are elvis, david bowie, stephen hawking, kim jong un, and noah cyrus
pokémon can be anything but most of all well they’re your best friend in the whole wide world…
so lovely to see everyones best friend pokémon in the tags! there’s someone special for everyone!
i love seeing cardinals and bluejays together i’m always like “hehe.. evil siblings”
this is what i’m all about babyyyyy
They’re not even related. Jays are a type of corvid, like crows and magpies, and Cardinals are a grosbeak.
well you see, they are both birds and they both have fun hats. hope this helps
i dont think you get it. 1980 was twenty years ago. 1990 was 10 years ago. 2000 was 10 years ago. 2016 was two years ago. 2018 was also two years ago. 2017 was last year. 2014 was four years ago. do you understand me now?????
what the fuck did they do to the notes now
not to be a 16th century peasant on main but i love warm fresh baked bread so much
“Private Moon” is a visual poem telling the story of a man who met the Moon and stayed with her for the rest of his life.
By Leonid Tishkov
my toxic trait is never tracking my periods so every 28 days i gaslight myself into thinking the world is ending when the pms symptoms hit me like a freight train
whats your rising and how tall are you?😩
yes my feelings are valid but i don't want them
