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LOOK THROUGH HIS EYES , SEE WHAT HE SEES .

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Happy Valentine's Day, @frootloopsl :3

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my favourite ship dynamic is “me and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic” but you can’t tell which is which

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L Gaze (Off-putting)

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blehhh

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LAWLIGHT BUT AS CATS!!!!!!

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Rice Krispies smartest decision is by far their Treat. Turning their cereal into a strange brick relies on the natural fact that all children are hopelessly dependent upon the ingot.

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the belcher files. follow my brand new tweeter sophieletterson

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lets get him dude

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twitter's bot problem has gotten out of hand

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Tumblr Top Ships Bracket - Round 2 Side 1

This poll is a celebration of fandom and fandom history; we're aware that there are certain issues with many of the listed pairings and sources, but they are a part of that history. Please do not take this as an endorsement, and refrain from harassment.

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me @ my mutuals

#JAJJSHAJAJA

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Part of getting older is realizing how absolutely insane it is that basically every form of media is constantly trying to convince us that the most interesting moments of the lived human experience are happening in HIGH SCHOOL…… girl who gives a flying fuck what 16 year olds are doing.

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they are so healthy

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The Unicorn's Garden, my cross stitch take on the medieval tapestry "The Unicorn Rests in a Garden"

The Unicorn's Garden Cross Stitch Pattern | Sprouting Lupine Shop

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Travel Log, Final Page

Well, I'm home. And it feels good to be able to say that. Took me a few days to feel like writing. Or standing. Or bathing. Or eating. But I've finally done all that! Worry ye no’. I'm clean an’ fed an’ I'm writin’ now. Closin’ up the book, literally and metaphorically speakin’. I'm still figurin’ out, well, everything.

I'm not quite s’ sure how I feel. I spent so long hurting all this time, it feels wrong not to. I grew attached to my pain, and now I don't know how t’ live without it. I keep feeling like this is the end of somethin', despite knowing it's not. In a way, it still hurts. Knowing how far we've come, and how far we are apart. Marion and I, I mean. And how things could never be the way I'd fancied. I knew it and so did she, and despite us both finding our own places in the world and our own lives t’ live, I find it hard to go on without a longing feeling clinging to my breast pulling me every which way. I'd fallen in love with my own yearnin’ and lamentin’. For the first time, I haven't an inkling of where I'm going or what I'm doing next. Change is inevitable, but I'm not sure I was prepared for the change to be "everything stayin’ the same."

I haven't had a mother or a father t’ ask about the ins and outs of life since I was a wee babe, but I find myself wishing there were someone I could ask. Don't have any friends hidin’ under me floorboards, so's I reckon maybe I'll seek out the Moomins again. See if they've got a cure for what ails. Or at least somethin’ warm t’ drink and an ear t’ lend. I got a promise t’ keep fer Marion, that I'll keep makin’ new memories. An’ grow into someone fer her t’ fall in love with again.

That's the end o’ this journey. Still a few empty pages that-a-way, maybe I'll use ‘em fer recipes or something.

Signed Puukko