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lmao.

*tucks you in*

*gives you a glass of water*

lmfao.

*turns down the lights to your preferred level of dimmness*

*turns on your fan to keep the room cool and give you some gentle white noise*

goodnight.

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to anyone who needs a hug right now, I've imbued this post with a hug. in other words after I wrote this post I hugged my phone for 5 minutes, so that energy should cover about 5,000 people

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Not too be rude in anyway but I assume you’re autistic?

What makes your say that?

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BUCK + RANDOM FACTS

+ bonus:

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Besties.

people that match each other's freak (platonically)

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Sweet Buddie kiss

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quackity giving a heart self speech while Missa and Charlie do wierd mordern art shit

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source 1

source 2

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I thought you were tubbo.

girl mode

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Listen—I promise there was a reason for my drawing this. I am perfectly sane. Probably.

Click for vastly better quality.

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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?

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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?

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Throwback to when I took painkillers and woke up with Photoshop open on my computer to this image I had made

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@ranboolivesaysstuff

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the mind (uncut)