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I  don’t  know  if  any  of  you  still  follow  this  account,  but  if  you  do,   i’m  over  on  @worldlyevil  now!!

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There should be a sympathy with freedom, a desire to give it scope, founded not upon visionary ideas, but upon the long experience of many generations within the shores of this happy isle, that in freedom you lay the firmest foundations both of loyalty and order.  //  independent PRINCESS NUALA && PRINCE NUADA of Hellboy.

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❝ it’s okay to confess your feelings for garbage. ❞

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“ i’m not at all fond of it. smelly things. very dirty. but i do hear that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, so i suppose i shan’t pass judgement so easily. ”

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❝ location: forest. ❞

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“  you’re making this awfully hard to find you, you know. of course you’re here now, but you won’t be. and there are many forests. so how will i know how to find you? especially if you are already here. it does seem that you aren’t very good at hiding, are you?  ”

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sometimes i am a sum of money in a fruit suit

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❝  please don’t feel the buttplug.  ❞

❝  why are you screaming at pasta?  ❞

❝  you can’t trust angry taxes.  ❞

❝  where are the friends?  ❞

❝  avoid father.  ❞

❝  i fucked capitalism.  ❞

❝  *punches your cops while i save me from kinkshaming evil cash*  ❞

❝  buddy i aam afraid.  ❞

❝  fucked up.  ❞

❝  but can your wicked sick republican mail your friends my communist gender?  ❞

❝  i can’t believe a sjw fucked the moon  ❞

❝  judge the nut.  ❞

❝  warning: controversial horses.  ❞

❝  what is the ass man?  ❞

❝  i need to know if i can suck your mozzarella stick.  ❞

❝  destroy the moon.  ❞

❝  you are rude and libertarian and can’t have your drugs dissapointed.  ❞

❝  here we kinkshame worthless dead kinkshaming.  ❞

❝  i will not suck a certain snowman.  ❞

❝  i have become a fool.  ❞

❝  my moms.  ❞

❝  fuck you, tiffany.  ❞

❝  do aliens eat ass?  ❞

❝  i am the first werewolf to feel regrets.  ❞

❝  can communists find me?  ❞

❝  who put a fish on my kinky train?  ❞

❝  who put shitty pizza on my miserable corpse?  ❞

❝  why are tragedies so heterosexual?  ❞

❝  can raccoons feel me?  ❞

❝  bros.  ❞

❝  here we bully the capitalist government.  ❞

❝  i don’t want to suffer anymore.  ❞

❝  suddenly children.  ❞

❝  go on a date with bees.  ❞

❝  half disappointment, half snowman.  ❞

❝  how to prevent a husband.  ❞

❝  please stop disappointing bees.  ❞

❝  large dick ruined by blender.  ❞

❝  fuck dudes who lie about bread.  ❞

❝  i was aroused by my hat.  ❞

❝  this fruit wants to be known as ‘the lord of weed’.  ❞

❝  location: forest.  ❞

❝  can i doxx a bear?  ❞

❝  it’s okay to confess your feelings for garbage.  ❞

❝  block jesus.  ❞

❝  way too many spiders.  ❞

❝  look at this incredibly naked man.  ❞

❝  are we all a titty?  ❞

❝  i will vore my way out of hell to fuck up the sentient god of cops.  ❞

❝  burn in hell.  ❞

❝  you need to not date trash.  ❞

❝  my goal is to straight up suffer.  ❞

❝  cock space. ❞

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like this for a starter!~

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datseabass.

        “One is perfect, thank you,” a touch of softness in Jane’s voice diverted attention from her vacant stare, but it collapsed as she thrust ashen hands out to steady the leaning tower of cracked china. She leaned so far over the table that the ends of her hair tangled within the centerpiece’s dying petals. 

         When she felt the stack was stabilized, Jane carefully peeled her fingers away and then glanced at the March Hare. “And you…” she chided, admonishingly tapping the sugar bowl’s gold-rimmed lip, “Would you at least like a spoon?” 

         Jane placed an antiquated one beside him before settling back into her chair, habitually   resting torn and black-drenched hands on her lap. Then she peeked at the mess behind Tarrant’s seat and disjointedly crooked her pinky finger. Every shard vanished. 

he could hear thackery jittering about, speaking in that outlandishly handsome accent              and all the people of underland hand them. accents. wild, some demure, some mute, some loud, some SOFT, some gentle, some brutish, some thorny, some pretty, SOME UGLY  !!!             but they were there, right as rain! the hatter removed the little top from the sugar jar nearest him, a frown marring his mouth.      “ well this is quite a dilemma, I should say. it appears that we have no lumps, but squares. to be honest, i’ve never understood the many different ways to take sugar. i believe it tastes fine just the same. ”

                                                     ( cue thackery, the march hare, raising up one of the pieces of silverware and saying in a slow, suspicious tone: SPOON. )

“ now! what brings you to underland, jane? i believe that is your name, yes. i know you’d told it to me. but this is the first time we’ve met! and i never forget a face, but names are quite extraordinary. did you know, you can tell quite a lot about someone by their very first and most special, important name? i pride myself on my own. i believe it makes me sound fun. would you agree? ”

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silfursvik.

divulged  in  disorienting  ABRUPTNESS,   dithering  midst  a  most  bizarre  of  quandaries  unfurling.  all the colors dripping dross upon the foreign creature  becomes   DIZZYING,   their myriads  and   vivid  hues  cascading  carnivorously,   and  god’s  scathing gaze  knows  not  where  to  fasten  amongst  the  dissonance.  regardless,   the  strangeness  of it all  inspires  a  fascination,  unbidden and  dwelling  like the itch of a brand in  RAVENOUS  THROAT,   that he halfway heeds to the  entreating  of  airy  vocals.   still,   apprehension lingers shrewdly  whilst  deliberate  steps  near  him  towards  the  banquet table,   husky  tones  a  mere    murmur.   ❛ thank you, no. ❜ 

smile UNWAVERING, his lips are pulled taut. his offer of sweetened butter is dismissed, but the hatter immediately latches on to one of the decorative porcelain cups at his side ( stacked neatly and TALL, like a tower leaned constantly from left to right ), waving it about almost whimsically.     “ Well if you won’t stay for butter, then perhaps you will stay for tea! I’ve just made some you see, and today is a cause for celebration. As you can see, we’re all gathered here today. for what is a celebration without good friends! ”     the hatter raves and gestures at the table of empty seats, save for the jittery march hare that looks from left to right, snout buried deep within a vacant, tealess cup. 

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“ i can’t imagine you in a fez, good sir.        and in fact, i might ask if you’ve come in looking for something tall. ”    his accent is garnished by a slight lisp at the end of his words, lips puckered into an ingenuine pout. he is trying not to giggle, to burst into laughter, into a CACOPHONY of joyous mockery at his own joke.      “ but there’s really not much to work with, my goodness. your head is so small. ” 

@imnes <3′d !!!

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“ i believe that’s the part that’s gotten me quite confused. its gone right over my head, you see. hat and all.       but which witch is the one which you have said you are? a witch, that is. but! i was wondering if perhaps you could explain to me: which witch is actually which?  ”   

@spelmans

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“ ooh, now you must be VERY strong. just look at those muscles. why, i bet you could even carry around the white queen without skipping or hopping or missing a single step! ” 

 @wcrthiest <3′d!!

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like this for a starter!~

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Madness // MUSE

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Fuck, my tea.

me approximately an hour after every time I make tea (via s-chattenlos)

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