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Could not agree more, 2-pack Aluminum Lasagna Pan.

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you’re doomed, there’s nothing I can do 

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guys what the fuck did I just post

whatever

happy gay month you filthy animals

she w on my l till I w

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she w on my l till I w

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Goddess of Life concept:

Goddess of Death maybe soon?

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Alright let’s get this over with

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Hollow Sorrows

If I had the gall, I’d ask, who the hell am I? A fraud? A liar? A Leech? Answers that confirm themselves when I start to cry

Answers to the simple question, who am I?

I feel like a fraud Calling my luck victory Falsely put on god

I feel like a liar Promising greatness Tossing trust to fire

I feel like a leech Receiving aid for a goal It seems I can’t reach

But what if I’m right? Worth less than the dirt Shining less than the night

Though, does it matter? If I knew, could I change? Lest my pledge be empty chatter?

Maybe Maybe not Maybe I should rot

Perhaps Perhaps so Perhaps I should let go

To fall To fall out To fall and cry and whine and pout

But that That’s already true All my failures and my losses already accrue

So why do I keep crying? By now it would seem I’d given up on trying

Are these hollow sorrows?

Who knows?

Not me, and it shows.

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On behalf of me you can probably. @violentbumblebees can you second this please? Okay if no.

i also want to tell you guys about the widget lore but idk if im allowed to do that

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To My Mother

If I had a million dollars, I’d owe it all to you. I don’t know how you do this. I’d’ve quit day two.

All this crushing pressure You put yourself under Just to bring us pleasure And shield us from the thunder.

Who is this mighty warrior, Of great and lofty standing, To endure all this horror— Yet somehow stick the landing?

I’m awful at gratitude, Or at least the outward part. I come across as rude, Though that’s not what’s in my heart.

I love you so so much, More than words could say. This poem can hardly touch All that I wish to convey.

Yet even if I found The perfect words to write Measured pound for pound, Your love makes mine feather-light.

And if there was a way To convey love tangibly, There would not be a day I would not make you see.

You mean the world to me, And I mean that, most definitely.

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THIS IS THE POST I WAS TALKING ABOUT THIS IS THE ONE THIS IS WHY I DO THAT

when i go in a room and forget what i needed i become a point and click protagonist. [water bottle?] that’s not helpful right now. [socks?] i don’t know what to do with that. [charger?] that’s not helpful right now. [scissors?] i can’t do anything with that. [water bottle?] that’s not helpful right now. [lone paperclip?] that’s not helpful right now. [water bottle?]

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guys i

. . . what

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the art

and the ref (and here's the ref)

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Gender conformity can kiss Alex’s femboy ass.

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I feel like Tumblr might like her.

Here, has chibi:

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Rawr.