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The Immortals No. 10: The Battle of Port Legann
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I mostly do not mind how my brain works and I have only the occasional desire to pursue any label beyond the incomparable time a girl asked if I’m ADHD in the middle of sex (I wouldn’t guess that’s quite right, anyway), but I do get annoyed by how often I forget words. This weekend I repeatedly forgot the red tomato vodka drink and it keeps going away again. You don’t need to tell me bc I know what it is, the word is just gone. Sometimes the name of a person I know well goes away for weeks. Do you understand how good I am at talking around things? I once didn’t send ANYONE Christmas/holiday cards bc I forgot one guy’s name, bc he’d be left out. It’s a Bloody Mary.
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“Lord Byron gets up at two. I get up, quite contrary to my usual custom … at 12. After breakfast we sit talking till six. From six to eight we gallop through the pine forest which divide Ravenna from the sea; we then come home and dine, and sit up gossiping till six in the morning. I don’t suppose this will kill me in a week or fortnight, but I shall not try it longer. Lord B.’s establishment consists, besides servants, of ten horses, eight enormous dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow, and a falcon; and all these, except the horses, walk about the house, which every now and then resounds with their unarbitrated quarrels, as if they were the masters of it… . [P.S.] I find that my enumeration of the animals in this Circean Palace was defective … . I have just met on the grand staircase five peacocks, two guinea hens, and an Egyptian crane. I wonder who all these animals were before they were changed into these shapes.”
— Percy Bysshe Shelley on the lifestyle of Lord Byron (via timemarauder)
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how?? just how?
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This is so funny. To me.
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Protector of the Small x Community (Season 3, episode 19)
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Protector of the Small No. 2: Jonathan would
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Godspeed to the Tesla evacuees, I want a decent electric car
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what do you meaaaaaaan this is baby sturgeons youre lying to me.... you just Shrunk him
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you came back wrong and i am racked with guilt because i cannot bear to see you like this and i should have let you rest. i loved you so much that i defied death itself but i do not think either of us are happy
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Brother Gregor never spoke and often spooked the neophytes with his appearance, but he was a gentle soul and a phenomenal cook and knew more ways to prepare a fish than the abbot knew hymns
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Sophie chomped at cake she was not really tasting. “But what made you want to do this?”
Martha rocked on her stool, grinning all over Lettie’s face, twirling her thumbs in a happy pink whirl.
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Protector of the Small x Redwall
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everyday I pray Zillow makes a comment section
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okay americans i gotta ask because as an European i grew up with lots of american shows and cartoons and in a lot of them there was an episode where they give the protags a doll or an egg or a bag of flour or whatever and told them pretend to be its parents or something
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