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How many souls did she steal?

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how about instead of ever reblogging a single picture of carrie in that fucking gold bikini you reblog this instead?

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riding a pretty strong Hamilton art high at the moment, seemed worth cleaning up my terrifying King George sketch from a couple months back

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Phillip for a certain thing i was doing. Ultimateley went with something else.

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i hope you always have enough money to pay your rent on time, to buy your favorite groceries, and to invest in your art.

I receive that blessing & send it to everyone that follows me

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Love Love, Peace Peace - How to make a perfect Eurovision Song

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It’s May and I’m already in Eurovision mood for weeks! Here’s a little guide and best of Eurovision.

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Uri Lotan

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Here’s a novel idea: how about we dispense with the assumption that everyone in a wheelchair is paraplegic or tetraplegic?

Take me. I use a wheelchair. Not always, but often. My legs work reasonably well; it’s my spine that’s the let-down. It’s fragile, bent and riddled with painful metastatic cancer and I can’t stand upright for long periods or walk very far. So, for long journeys and/or bad days, I’ve got my wheels.

And sometimes, when I’m out in public, it’s necessary for me to stand up for a few seconds. Usually it’s because there’s at least one step between me and somewhere I need to go, and I refuse to put my poor husband through the strain of lifting both chair and me up that step. So I stand, stumble forward two gruelling paces, leaning on my stick, wait a few seconds and then - with great personal relief - resume my seat in the chair once my husband’s got it through the door after me.

Well, I say I do this. I used to. But one can only tolerate so many astounded-shading-to-judgemental stares from total strangers, gawking at this wheelchair-using lady who’s either experienced an impromptu miracle or is - more likely - just a scurrilous fraud pretending to be disabled.

My cancer is incurable and I’m dying. Slowly but surely. However, I would like to leave the world at least a little bit nicer than I found it. So please feel at liberty to reblog this. I’m sure that the majority of people simply lack understanding���not compassion.

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i assume that, like, all of nyc is in on a conspiracy to hide the truth about blunt force head trauma from daredevil. like, to… protect his feelings??? the cops must be like “oh, yeah buddy, you really dinged those bad guys up! they’ll be feeling it for weeks! they’ll really think twice about Doing A Crime again.” when like, in reality, they are dead. they are dead people. they got busted in the head six times with a carbon fibre rod, and they died en route. i mean lets get real. daredevil showing up to the hospital with self-help books about starting over, “i’d like to drop these off for some of the bikers,” and the nurses all look at each other like, “uh… oh, honey, they were transferred to metro… north…. yeah, insurance thing. we’ll hold onto those for you.” they are all dead matt they’re dead. church is cool but maybe you should spend some more time on the Medical Side of wikipedia

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Omg yall, it’s April, which means that one month from today

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I love Guillermo del Toro.