me when i drink salt packets :33
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Do you enjoy eating sand
occasionally i like a good spoonful of sand ^_^
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del's giving him one of those rainbow stripe fizzy sweet things. you know what i mean. right? please?
The narrator does, indeed, know what you mean. The narrator would like you to consider that the rainbow stripe fizzy sweet thing is also a tongue, and the Corinthian is practically deepthroating it in his eagerness to get it into his... whatever he has in place of a real stomach. The endless, slavering maws that inhabit his chest cavity, maybe.
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thoughts?
this is papa's burgeria btw
bunger!!!!!
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Look at him. I would die for him. I would kill for him.
Either way — what bliss.
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and the second is "be yourself"
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the revelation that claudia’s rebirth was such a twisted and horrible moment, with louis dragging her like she was a thing, a stranger who neither of them knew but he kept saying over and over “our daughter, our beautiful little daughter” to lestat, really solidified the way she was never the main character of her own story. she was always an accessory to some or the other of louis’ whims: his guilt, his loneliness, his conflict of being a killer, his rocky relationship with lestat. there was love there, love from both her fathers, but it was never enough. lestat saw her too much as a wretched mirror held up to his own self, and louis was always too steeped in his own feelings to care enough about hers. claudia’s story truly was the greatest tragedy in this tale, treated horribly by every man around her, even her fathers, relentlessly exploited and brutally ignored, always second and never first. the only one who loved her the way she deserved to be loved was madeleine, and the moment she truly had her, her happiness was torn from her. and just before she died, she got to see someone actually choose her in her entirety, not for what she can be but for who she is, and it still wasn’t enough. she still burned alive in the sunlight. the love was there, but it wasn’t enough to save her.
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Oven popped red beans brought to me by god
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2. cloudy skies or clear blue
24. pancakes or scones
We just got through a harsh, sunny summer, so right now I’m so happy to see these overcast days. <3
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