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I present to you my misspellings

I love that this became a thing cus same.

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You want me to go to therapy? The thing that cannibalised Will Graham?

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I need their lore like I need air

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TURKISH DELIGHT COOKIE 💥💥🇹🇷🇹🇷💫💫 I will name him Adnan Sadık for the plot

I drew this so quickly not so proud but the idea is there, I should het used to cookie run style a bit

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the wrath of the lamb

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Yees that's what I like to see I am sure I am not the first one to post this but oh well

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As a trans man playing Infinity Nikki I feel sad cus I feel like I am dressing up my daughter and I feel like I stole that from my mom 🚶🏻‍♂️ vent over

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okay

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*lady gaga voice* In russia doing research.

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this man to any official/higher up he's had the displeasure of interacting with

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I have a feeling that beneath the little halo on your noble head There lies a thought or two the devil might be interested to know You're like the finish of a novel that I'll finally have to take to bed You fascinate me so

You Fascinate Me So, Blossom Dearie

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Ramattra, Dva, and stars

[Continuation of this]

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NOOO DON'T TURN INTO MARKETABLE POPSICLES NOO

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kisses kisses kisses

text from the image:

DOLORES DEI - "you don’t hate me harry, you hate yourself. you don’t even remember me, not really. not after this last major party. this. this is just a reality you made up so you could escape the real, cold, poor, much more lonely one your sad excuse of a body inhabits. I’m you, harry. every word i say, every thing i know. it’s just what you think. what you see in the mirror. I’m in Mirova now for god’s sake! happy, and loved. not this. Whatever this is- what you fantasize about, harry, it’s not love. It is fear, and hate. horror you can’t even remember. i will follow you until you kill yourself again. and again. and again. and you will. and i know this because i am you." "an innocence, a lost love, a war criminal, a whore. anything you want me to be. i will embody and you will mourn, just so you don’t have to face the walking corpse which is yourself. But you secretly love this, don’t you? You fetishise the pain you fester in to avoid the responsibility for the pain you’ve caused others."

YOU - "but… I thought-"

DOLORES DEI - "No. You’re done talking, harry. It’s my turn It will always be my turn now. This is the final dream, remember? A dream that keeps looping, forever. A dream you killed yourself to get away from. Try and kiss me, beg me to not leave for the aerodrome, bask in the light of video revachol. It will not change anything. Not now, not ever"