Reading, yeah
Books, yeah 👍
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Misplaced Lens Cap

gracie abrams
d e v o n
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Discoholic 🪩
Mike Driver

Love Begins
almost home
YOU ARE THE REASON

bliss lane

shark vs the universe

if i look back, i am lost
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Not today Justin
Show & Tell
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blake kathryn
noise dept.
seen from United States
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@witchloved
Reading, yeah
Books, yeah 👍
of course you have blood all over you. and pronouns
easy website
^^^ me when I’m trying to calm down my horse named “Website”
weird horse
"Websight" is a Valid Warrior Cat Name!
train wreck of a post. hit reblog
oww :(
I am obsessed with this cat, i love ittttttttt look at it omgggggggggggg
You CANNOT go wrong with fat dragons. You will reblog
Alexander : ...I'm pretty sure that place is fire-proof, or something.
Raven, grenade in hand: Alright, but is it explosion-proof?
Alexander: god shes so hot
IZUMI MIYAMURA | Horimiya -piece-
does anyone feel the layer of plexiglass between themselves and the rest of the world or is that just a me thing
Its July 10th
Just started eminence in shadow and I’ve gotta say this is by far a fav
why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?