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did you pick him by hand

did you let him wilt in your arms

did he worship you like the sun

and die for you

each night

your name living on the tip of his tongue

now only waiting for someone to bring you up

so he can recall memories that burrowed too deep to find alone

your words like dead leaves falling to the earth

with a triumphant thud

did it feel good to break every promise you ever made

did they feel like cement ankle weights

did i swallow you like the sea swallows a great ship

did you sink

from all the things you said but never meant

did you drown just to set yourself free

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We used to dunk on people asking random users on here questions they could’ve googled but now that every single google search gives you an AI generated response it’s actually better for the environment to just ask a random tumblr user and see what they have to say.

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sometimes i feel like im climing up this incline again alone but thankully sisypus and the itsy bitsy spider and here with me

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people with breasts who don’t want to wear a bra aren’t doing anything wrong by going braless and quite frankly their boob situation is none of your business to begin with.

wearing a bra is a personal choice just like wearing any other garment of clothing is. no one is under any obligation to harness their breasts—they are not being “disrespectful” or anything else negative by not wearing a bra. you, however, are being disrespectful if you give people who prefer to go braless shit for doing so.

if you have an issue with it, stop looking at their chest and mind your own damn business. problem solved.

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Over 10 years ago I drew this mother naga with her kid and a bowl of gulab jamun, and I was blown away to see people still reblogging it and saying kind things here. I decided to draw a sequel, the PTA (People That are Anacondas) meeting is over, and she finally gets to have some gulab jamun. c: I really hope this cheers you up some.

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hey ao3 can you like give the extra $38k you made from this month’s funds drive to charity

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babe are u okay ur crying about closeness lines over time by olivia de recat again

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You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

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theres bikes around the city you can rent but you have to use an app that needs your drivers license. theres buses that drive right to your destination, but if you dont have change you need the app. you can wash your car here if you sign into the app. you can go to the bathroom here you just have to unlock it with the app that needs your location on. you can order at this restaurant if you scan the code and download the app. im losing my freaking mind

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Superman isn't woke. You're just so evil that you see a man doing acts of kindness and you think it's a targeted political agenda

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He looks soooo done with all the shenanigans, and he can't even say anything because Lieutenant Soto is part of the said shenanigans!

So, Karadec... How was work today?

Karadec:

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Daphne: Hey, those pants look great, Morgan! Morgan: Thanks! Daphne: I bet they would look even better on Karedec's floor. Adam: Are you hitting on Morgan...for me?

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"if you put george and lucy in a room together who'd come out crying first?"

the room.

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Karadec: Okay, so Gio doesn’t seem to secretly have plans to kidnap/kill Morgan. Thank god. I can (slightly) relax.

*5 seconds later*

Morgan: Soooooo, bad news, turns out our latest killer - the one who likes to kill people in creative and horrible ways - is now obsessed with me and is focusing only on me playing his murderous games.

Karadec:

Karadec: *loud internal screaming*

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HIGH POTENTIAL 1.05 "Croaked"

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what does turkish delight taste like and is it worth the events that occurred in chronicle of narnia: the lion the witch and the wardrobe