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It's like watching a drama... I love the story, always makes me sentimental 😭

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unfortunately i will never get over my first love 💔 (SAEYOUNG CHOI)

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you were named after the bravest person i know,

grovyle from mystery dungeon

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took this on a walk by the cranberry bog a while ago.

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i could save u

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Got the idea from @scribz-ag24

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A real, actual, I-am-not-fucking-lying-to-you-this-truly-happened moment from the Christmas special Rapsittie Street Kids: Believe in Santa

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Happy Grovyle Day!

Today's the 253rd day of the 11th Pokémon Year Cycle, so we're celebrating Grovyle!

Don't forget to watch the video:

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Is this a problem?

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random good news: my broken neck is healed and i'll be pretty much neck brace free in 2 days :)

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i would also destroy the world if i fumbled ford

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I would rather swallow a denim jacket than elaborate on what this is.

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Hey, y'all remember me?? I'm still alive! It's been an insane year for me and long story short I'm currently recovering from a broken fucking neck. I'm lucky to be alive. It's been a strange ass year. But I'm slowly trying to get back into my hobbies again! I'm also 22 now, I feel old.

Just figured I'd pop in with an update because why not

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I have put them in the microwave too <3

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In regards to that previous post about whump bloodlust. If I may also submit the idea of Comfort Aggression. For when the usual levels of comfort just aren’t cutting it anymore, and what you really need is someone to aggressively and wholeheartedly comfort the hell out of somebody.

Yes, hugs are great, but what you need that character to get is a bone crushing hug. They need to be hugged so tight their muscular system gives up fighting against the pressure and they turn into a puddle. They need to have a cry that is so cathartic the world shakes away and crumbles beneath their feet. They need to be so rocked to the core by somebody’s outburst of love that they can’t even comprehend it, that they can’t even stand. They crumple into a ball on the floor under the sheer weight and the permanency of the love that’s being forced onto them.

And it needs to spill out of the person that loves them like a torrent, like an avalanche, like an act of nature so powerful they don’t even have a chance of reeling it back in anymore. They need to be equally helpless, equally in need, as equally overwrought with the need to provide comfort as the other person is desperate to receive it