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In the mood to be wounded and rescued but not in the real life way where you get lifelong injuries and mostly just feel pain, rather in the novel protagonist way where you are tenderly cared for and comforted by your loving friends/family/unlikely allies while you drift in and out of consciousness and just kind of get worried about

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Should we have that leftover hasprat for dinner or go to the replimat?

ds9 art kids ds9 ART KIDS 

there are, a lot of details in this

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Calla lilies for the wedding 6. Pembroke Pines, 06-06-25.

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All That Remains.

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If you honestly expect to get published, you need to be over 300 pages. Novellas are not viable, Imhotep.

The term "book of the dead" doesnt really give you perspective to how big a lot of Egyptian funerary texts are.

Imhoteps book of the Dead is 64 feet long.

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birds have truly mastered feathers like what do you Mean they can be shiny. how fucking cool is that

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another iceland fact

tourists are posting pictures from several different places in the country and tagging them with the name "gjaldskylda". they seem to be under the impression that it's the toponym of the beautiful waterfall/lava field/mountain/etc. they're visiting.

gjaldskylda means "you have to pay to park here" and it's on an unreasonable amount of signs

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This implies that people with gender dysphoria/dysmorphia would be in a vicious cycle: 1. Get depressed 2. Boobs disappear 3. Become incredibly ecstatic 4. Boobs reappear 5. Go to step 1 In other words, they'd become a sage grouse.

I know we’ve already read a lot of “men writing women” crap, but I am absolutely losing my mind at this passage

me: *gets depressed*

my breasts:

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4 color variations of the Green & Black Poison Frog (Dendrobates auratus), family Dendobratidae, Panama

photographs by Ignacio Yúfera

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One thought is always hungry.

“I’m not being productive enough.”

We must bundle these words in an old blanket

and sit them by a fire on a crisp night.

We must heal them with wordless wind and smoke.

We must do the same for the culture that made their hunger terrible.

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If anyone knows, he does.

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