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My Dad apropos to nothing at 10 pm

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Friends, Roman's,country men.

I present. The dream

Big old huose in the woods, no one for miles big windows, big studio space, full of nicknacks . But also all my friends ,family, and the locally owned reasonably priced grocery store and thrift store are in walking distance.

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do I want bangs or am I just emotional?

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Shock and Horror! The teenager in this story is acting like....a TEENAGER!!

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good evening to everyone deranged over a piece of vampire media

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Someone hit me with their car and I got isekai'd to a world that's really similar to my old one except in this one my collarbone is mysteriously broken

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Shows up to the bank robbery 15 minutes late with a Starbucks

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If i was a vampire, i would be so bad at hiding it.I love sharing fun facts way too much. I would be telling so many people so many things that it makes no sense for me to know.

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You know when

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Out Spot Out

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Recent Winter Photos

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truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

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Her limbs were porcelain, delicate and light, her feet clicked across the floor like a toast. Little flowers danced their way up her legs in swirling patterns. She looked like she was made of pieces of tea cups like the ones the Director brought into the labs. They treated her like one too, like a strong wind might shatter her, fragile and breakable, something fanciful and impressive, only to be used on special occasions, but at least to be used. Porcelain limbs and a wire ribcage, what a contraption she was.

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Our's was a dandelion love Stubborn and fleeting, bursting up through the cracks in the sidewalk

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Nothing makes the World's Worst Coffee™ taste better than being stuck at a bus stop entirely unsure whether a bus even is going to show up in the next hour.

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You know when you like something so much it physically hurts