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fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this

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Saint George sketchbook doodle with digital color

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the ancient lich king was sealed beneath the streets of baltimore 10,000 years ago

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… no video today… 2 (ish) weeks from the new pack release… I sense someone got early access.

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like people forget that weird girls grow into weird adult women. it doesn't just go away. and no you don't perish when you turn 25 or automatically turn into a nonweird wife and mother like some kind of Pokémon end evolution, you end up like me.

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reblog game put in the tags how you found prev

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Getting Lydia drunk so I don’t have to explain how poker works

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you CANNOT read too much old timey fiction because I was playing Raft with the lads this morning and without a THOUGHT said we could sail over to another island "if the wind would consent to blow" & let me tell you. This did not pass by unremarked.

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It's what you've been looking for.

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JAMES SUNDERLAND in Silent Hill 2: Remake (2024) ↳ 13/?

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i think it's fucked up that there are plants that decided they wanted to eat meat

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pony on a windy day.

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Is that a valid argument in your pants or is it just a phallacy?

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gay people are allowed to have weird friendships it’s kind of our thing

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editing is just you vs. past-you in a duel of questionable comma placement and emotional instability

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online communities are so strange because people slip away so easily. you can be on here for years, folding people you've never met into the fabric of your daily life, and then they disappear, leaving only ghost posts scattered across tumblr behind. or their blog stays dormant, for weeks, months, years, until you're only still following them because you remember that they love sunflowers or they were kind to you when they didn't have to be or the last thing they posted was sad and raw and you still worry about them sometimes.

and sometimes they come back when you least expect it, years later, even, and there's this sudden rush of relief like there you are, there you are, even though you barely knew each other.

there's a strange kind of love to it. i don't know you and i want to hold your hand across miles and time zones and oceans. i can still see the imprint of you in this community you left. you don't think anyone will notice or care when you're gone, but we notice and we care and we wish you well.

i hope you're all okay out there. i hope the sun is shining on your face and you are breathing deeply. i miss you.