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idolsmoking · 4 months
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Rosé Smoking a Cigarette In a Suit
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alanaundercovers · 5 months
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Cute girl smoking. Freckles. Nice hair. Her bra showing through her shirt. Love her
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sibmakesart · 1 year
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Pose clope
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vintagepromotions · 8 months
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Advertisement for Benson & Hedges 100's (1971).
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driving-me-insan · 2 months
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deep in thought
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mclmxx · 2 years
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darkorangeoctober · 11 months
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fiovske · 7 months
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day 1 mission debrief
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palinex · 2 years
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m: Michał K.
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canisalbus · 1 month
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a hoe never gets lyme disease
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idolsmoking · 4 months
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Karina Smoking a Cigarette in The Car
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meeeeeks · 1 year
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Why do men even need an authority stat? What do you need to have authority over? Other men?
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cigawayfromdying · 4 months
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“it’s getting bad again” was it ever better in the first place?
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shortnotsweet · 5 months
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In a Week by Hozier ft. Karen Cowley
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“The raven is death, obviously. When I die, I want a good tombstone—something right spooky. LT’s got something against the underground, though you’d think that would be just his kind of place. That’s alright. He needs to, he can cremate me. It’s not exactly Catholic, and Mam would turn in her grave, but God is a unicorn and no one is pure anymore, so. What’s all that got to do with me?”
Johnny “Soap” McTavish has a journal. Had. It is his no longer.
Simon “Ghost” Riley had dreams—awful ones, the kind that sank claws into his lungs, dragged him into sleep, and then sent him careening out of it. He still has dreams, but they’re different, now. Better. Johnny’s pages have folded themselves under his eyes and gotten into his head, brighter and more infectious than anything else has ever been. It’s more than the past, that rotting carcass behind him, and more than now. Now is nothing. Now is ash. It’s like, it’s like—blinding, is what it is. He’s a blind man.
It is biblical now. Ghost has read it backward and forward and sideways and inside out. When he runs out of things to read, he reads them again, and when that is not enough, he reads between the lines.
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greg90803 · 6 months
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