theestallion Huhhhh ?!?! All thee Reginas in one room 🤭
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imagine being mad that splatoon's main reoccurring cast is 100% girls (excluding the grampapas octavio and cuttlefish) as if there arent 192374728291 shooter games with all male characters 😭😭 grow up!!!!
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QUACKITY DID YOU LEARN NOTHING WHY ARE YOU IMMEDIATELY LEAVING
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thought id simmer down as i got older cant shake the devil sitting on my shoulder
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ok but if i didn't lose my save progress i wouldn't of made him so that's one positive... he's a british actor <3
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* Would Ya’ll be interested in roleplays that involve holoforms…….👁️
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question. do you have a favorite dinosaur
hmmm I do like spinosauridae because those buggers are kind of confusing & controversial. let's say spinosaurus
honorable mention little guys from walking with dinosaurs spirits of the ice forest I don't remember their name
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Many moons ago, this post unearthed a mental block of mine—an apocryphal snag in my psyche.
Without doubt, childhood loneliness was a potent, galactic force that deserves a lot of credit for my invention, yet I never really acknowledged it. It was an elephant-sized blind spot in my brain that I inadvertently avoided. Even as a writer trying to capture the horrors, I had not expressed anything this post made me relive.
I am literally a confessionalist. I actively prod my ghosts, brew in all that vexes and haunts me. Perhaps this is something that has been silently and violently bleeding into my work, yet the concept as a whole has remained out of my view, inconceivable, forbidden.
I remain unable to fully conceptualize and verbalize the loneliness. Even as I force my eyes to keep looking into the murky and dirt-streaked mirror it has been holding up since.
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