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Bitchelor Day 11
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Pathologic 2
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Downright perverse that I can’t enjoy a bagel right now
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im sexy and i know it
girl look a dead body
girl look a dead body
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pov: your partner has been arguing with The Voices for the last 15 minutes
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Tim Wilson (American, b. 1970, Newport News, VA, USA, based Brooklyn, NY, USA) - Stairway VIII, 2023, Paintings: Oil on Paper on Linen Panel
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Just tell me I'm beautiful and we can call it a day.
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☾ They are sleeping peacefully 𖤓
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Brief Poems, Vera Pavlova
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Atlas
Can rest his weary bones
The weight of the world
All falls away
- after the initial fright of a wizard losing one's magic, i imagine it could feel like respite similar to how flying to a new country and being unknown and a complete blank slate is... among the sussur blossoms he is just gale dekarios
- lyrics from good riddance by Darren Korb (play hades/supergiant games and change your life forever)
- his embroidery has roses in it, apparently it's a term of endearment in waterdeep :') cute
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bruh
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I find it kind of epic I find it kind of rad
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One of the worst feelings in the world: when you are just desperate, like claw-your-own-skin-off desperate, to create, but the only thing that even vaguely appeals to you to work on is a nebulous half-feeling that might be dreamily related to some half-formed notion of a concept. I must! Make! No thing! Only make!
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Some Hermione in Gryffindor red
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Raise your hand if you too possess an intense, almost religious faggotry
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