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Love Begins
taylor price
YOU ARE THE REASON
noise dept.

Kiana Khansmith

JVL
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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The Bowery Presents
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Mike Driver
Cosimo Galluzzi
EXPECTATIONS
Keni
hello vonnie
Monterey Bay Aquarium
occasionally subtle

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Works on anxious adults too.
campsite (by emibot)
President Francis J. Underwood
Because I sure as hell can’t post this stuff anywhere else
I want this sigil as a tattoo. It’s the symbol of the archangel Raguel - Angel of justice, fairness, harmony, and vengeance.
Veranda
I just want a veranda.
I'm no longer quite sure what that is.
But it's pleasant and quiet,
And it's where I drink my coffee.
I don't need the money, or the cars,
And I need but one woman.
I don't need a big house, just a small one.
It has my coffee in it,
my woman next to me,
and I,
I am on my veranda.
And this too. This is funny. You don't even need context. It's okay.
I want you all to know just how funny I find this...
I would say that I can empathize but that would defeat the purpose.
Disgust
The blathering of the self-righteous.
That chokehold;
Politically correct.
Participation awards gold and glimmering,
Shining on each proud child’s chest.
Endless excuses writhing in a liar’s mouth
Insects writhing en masse, and breeding.
It’s these pigs and vermin
That wallow in self-pity like fresh sewage,
Green and bubbling that burns my eyes.
The taste of smog;
A brown cloud of laziness hath descended,
And my tongue recoils and my mouth clamps shut.
I watch each husk of a student,
Speak in braggadocios tones of homework incomplete.
I puke
Dojo of Death is a stylish retro fighting game. Fight off an endless stream of sword wielding ninjas. Hack and slash as a true ninja to prevent that your enemies take you down. Click the enemies to dash in their direction. Kill multiple ninjas consecutively to get a higher multiplier. Have fun!
#oneday
And that is why I play soccer/work out.