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your daughter is a pleasure to have on the dashboard

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who up etting their ceteras

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I love drawing little fluffy white dogs

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Oh what's that? You only read books with lots of "spice" in them? Well then I've got a great one for you, practically the whole plot revolves around "spice". Ahem. In the week before their departure to Arrakis,

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oopsie, I tiptoed through old memories and now my soul aches a little

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Realizing that squid have an ink sac and an internal shell called a pen so we’re living just a few short evolutionary steps away from calamarigraphy and honestly there goes the rest of today

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Fantasy-ifying the Pacific Coast 🐲

(journal sketchpage wip)

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"What are you gonna bring to our company" being on tumblr on company time

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"you don't owe anyone anything" You are a tar pit. Speak for yourself. I personally owe the cafe employees my dishes put away and my friends a listening ear and small scared insects a cup and a gentle trip outside. Hyperindividualism is a rancid infection borne of capitalism and willfully misinterpreted therapyspeak and I will defy it by continuing to be kind regardless of whether or not it benefits me personally

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the problem with buying food is after you eat it you have to go buy more food

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not putting my whole pussy into it today lads. you're getting my left labia at best

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God gives his hardest battles to his strongest soldiers and I'm dodging the draft

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Ships Quilt (c. 1937) Made by Marie Alsop American, active c. 1933 United States, West Virginia Cotton, plain weaves; pieced; appliquéd with cotton, plain and satin weaves; embroidered with cotton in back, single back, buttonhole, cross, eyelet, running, satin, single satin and stem stitches; French knots; quilted with cotton thread                         

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working up the courage to message an old friend you've fallen out of contact with is weird, especially if you were really close. like hi i think about you almost every day and sometimes i dream about you and your name is etched on my soul. we haven't spoken in five years. how are you?