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Pretty Junot from the painting, because im sorta ill and also have to fly to another country tomorrow so I needed a bit of serotonin

Тгк - KoshkMishk

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Happy Birthday to Josephine!! I dont have enough time to draw full cg/bg for her but i have this old art of her🥹💓

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Idk how to use tumblr💔💔💔💔

Non political

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one thing about me is that I'm looking stuff up. you mentioned something and I don't know it? I am pulling out my phone and googling that shit. an actor? theoretical physics? a world leader? a vocabulary word? I am on the wikipedia page as we speak

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shoutout to whoever stole my amazon package containing nothing but a single pair of shoelaces.

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narrator who's terrible at social cues & describes every facial expression as "unreadable"

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was going through some of my health records and some doctor put “dresses oddly” next to my psychotic symptoms. hey fuck you too man

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I'm back ♡ + scenes in general because I needed to blur out guns..

@twinkyworm glaze me please

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Ace attorney is so funny for making a game where you play as a lawyer whose assistant lets him talk to dead people and the only dead person he talks to is a smarter, better lawyer

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“what radicalized you” bro EMPATHY

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Here's a nice story I learned in the Norwegian ski museum:

In 1895, polar explorers Fridtjof Nansen and Hjalmar Johansen were having a bad time. Their expedition had faced some hardships and they were forced to stay on Franz Josef Land in a little hut they built out of mud and stones. In their hut, they slept for circa 20 hours a day, and spent the remaining four hours watching the northern lights or reminiscing about the comforts of home and the books they had read.

After several months of this, and nine months of sleeping in the same sleeping bag to stay warm, on New Year's Eve, Nansen finally gathered his courage and asked Johansen if they should start adressing each other with the informal you.

This is where the story ended in the museum, so unfortunately, I can't tell you whether Johansen answered yes or no.

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Has this been done yet

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Hamster Escapes the Most Dangerous Prison Maze 🐹

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You fucking wish the author was dead. The author is on twitter

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Hahahahahauwhshahah

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season 1: I'm Jonathan Sims, Head Archivist of Magnus Institute, London. My professional opinion is that this is all horseshit and everyone that isn't me needs psychiatric help. Statement ends.

season 2: Supplemental: God lives inside the printer and he keeps telling me my assistants are murderers. I am inclined to believe him based on the fact that Martin told to have a nice day. Innately suspicious behavior.

season 3: My only friends are my ex-girlfriend, her cat, and the many scars I've gotten from various monsters and fear cultists.

season 4: You know, just being socially adept would solve a lot of my problems. Unfortunately, I was traumatized so thoroughly by age eight that I learned the best way to make friends is to blink at them slowly until they get the idea. This does not work when your evil patron god uses eyeballs to devour fear.

season 5: Either Jonah Magnus tells us where he took all the good cows, or my boyfriend and I bash his head in with a lead crowbar. It's his choice.