last night I was told I smell strongly of roses - and iron.
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They should invent a type of med school where you can just go and learn stuff for funsies. Do I trust myself to perform life-saving or even basic medical care on another human being? Hell no, I nicked myself twice while chopping vegetables for dinner today. I'm literally sergeant shaky hands, I can't even hold my camera steady to take a picture of something.
I would like to learn about those germs though. What they doing in there
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thank u to everyone showing support on the reddie minific im posting........ it is Very Cool to see everyone enjoying the little random hc i made....... love u all mwuah mwuah <3
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Leander does his stupid cute smile while Beryl is so mesmerized by holding his hand that she catches him off guard when she places a hand on his chest and then they end up just staring at each other before they pull away because Beryl finally stopped being a horny bitch for hand holding.
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Kris!!!!!
🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 I'd love some lines of green haze 🥺🥺🥺
britt!! thank you 🥺🥺🥺 that's so many flowers I think I'll have to give you more sentences too (cheekily)
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Beware the dreams— they are but lost memories of lives lived elsewhere
He dreamt of a long, empty hall floodlit with cold white light. Shadowless, high and hollow. Thousands upon thousands of books and pamphlets lined every inch of the two parallel walls— the Archival, he later recalled.
A boy wandered alone, lost, his footsteps echoing with soft taps of his finger on book spines. Sirius dreamt he was that boy.
How, out of literally everything ever written in all of history, he should have happened upon Remus’ little hand-bound booklets, there was no explanation. There had never been any cosmic commands that led him to flip through, intrude upon pencilled journals and poems that called out with the same loneliness, restless yearning as his.
But that’s where everything started. The moment he opened that page, the first domino had fallen.
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(this bit was inspired by that Borges short story about the 'library of Babel')
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imagining my favorite characters on the cross is probably not normal…. oh what’s this? DAREDEVIL HIMSELF? showing up to tell ME it’s my right to do so?
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ai generated images make me increasingly sad and tired the more i see them in more and more casual contexts. i dont know how to explain, but it just fills the world with a bunch of nothing. no matter how visually stunning the pictures might be, there's nothing behind it for me. no dedication, no emotions, no feelings, no hard work or creativity, nothing i can truly think about, admire or enjoy. i dont think thats how art is supposed to be
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I love that they added these new bits of dialog about how much he likes eggs—
I'M SORRY????
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