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forbidden

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Peace and love

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red dragon

wallpaper sizes / prints

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if there are any other questions, don’t hesitate to message me. my dms are open!

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why is this so funny

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I tried to scuttle up like a horse and my hoofs got in the clinking clanlking way

stairs speedrun any%

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stairs speedrun any%

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stairs speedrun any%

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Mr. J, my deepest apologies, but on many photos you look like a lightly toasted marshmallow and I don’t think I could resist biting you, were our paths to cross.

I'm not yummy

I'm not yummy

I'm not yummy

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I love the way Ryoko Kui draws almost all fantasy races but she really did something special with the kobolds like girl this shit is stunning

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I wish I had a hairy chest like yours😞😔

don’t worry smooth king, you are hydrodynamic and can easily outmaneuver maritime predators

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right about now. the

DARK SOUL

brother

check it out now. the

DARK SOUL

brother

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this video is making me SOB

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i feel like i was geolocated somehow

Random Animal Generator - Perchance

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I’m so pressed about how evil this company is that I’m reposting Alex’s gofundme over here. They’re trying to bury Alex under so many legal fees that they have no choice but to give up their ip… and they’re only one of many many people (and pets!) that have been harmed by this company.

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Many things to love

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“[after a half-hearted suicide attempt at age 13] When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”

— Mary Karr, “Cherry” (via lifeinpoetry)