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#March 9 2023
dogstomp · 7 months
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Dogstomp #2990 - March 9th
Patreon / Discord Server / Itaku / Bluesky
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mermaidinthecity · 1 year
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torikelly: was raining purple skies in my room☁️
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rv-there-yet · 1 year
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March 9 2023 - reconstructed model of James Fort and statue of John Smith.
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lucy-hale-fashion · 1 year
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What: Michael Kors Elsie Black Leather Box Clutch Bag - Sold Out Where: Variety Makeup Artistry Dinner with Armani Beauty - March 9, 2023
Worn with: Giorgio Armani dress
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Song: Oceans by Seafret
Disappointment is the only word for it, but alcohol has been kinder to him than decency. Kinder than the eyes in the mirror, the wrong ones, that judge him for who he still is. He tried.
Or maybe that's a lie too, just like decency was, just like honor. The thin veneer of respectability he used to have to put on with his uniform, so well worn that he'd almost believed it, a mummer's farce in threadbare hand-me-downs, that, like his brother's clothes, he'd always known he would eventually outgrow.
But who he has become? The thought still turns his stomach. Or maybe that's the tide and too much rum.
He always gets like this when they pass closer, the moonlight sallow like his brother's skin, the water sloshing loud against the deck. It should have been him. Out of the two of them, it should have been him.
But the stars haven't faded to dawn yet and he's got another bottle somewhere. Until the room is spinning and he can't see the reflection of those eyes anymore, it's better to stick with the rum.
How could he have made any other choice? Or maybe it was after that he should have. But what would be the use when he's already strayed so far? There isn't any forgiveness for the man that he's let himself turn into. But, maybe, tonight, there's still something like deep, dreamless dark.
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untothebreach · 1 year
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The universe made me to be lonely
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aviisick13 · 3 months
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Wanted to draw this thing that happened in genshin where I wanted to pull until I get a character
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vyxart · 7 months
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ds-plots · 1 year
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Sentence starters:
I didn’t do it I can’t believe you think I am that kind of person.
Why don’t you stop bitching and go look for yourself?
I found a pool of blood, we need to look for the weapon.
Do you want to go to a freak show? I heard there is a killer clown.
I’m getting arrested, call my parents for me and let them know.
Did you see that or am I high on something?
I keep hearing strange sounds from the house at the end of the street, let’s go investigate tonight.
Let’s go break into a theme park tonight to celebrate my birthday.
I’ve been locked out of my house can I come to spend the night with you?
I think someone slipped something into my drink, and I feel weird now.
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thehiddenhermit · 1 year
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I just cut open an apple and one of the seeds was sprouting?????
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music-asylum · 1 year
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March 9, 2023
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fyeahamycarlson · 1 year
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rv-there-yet · 1 year
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March 9 2023 - Journey to the past when we visit Historical Jamestowne, the first English speaking settlement to survive... barely.
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lucy-hale-fashion · 1 year
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What: Giorgio Armani Diagonal Stripe Midi-Dress - $2,195.00. And HERE Where: Variety Makeup Artistry Dinner with Armani Beauty - March 9, 2023
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ajjordanphoto · 2 months
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Daya Betty at 9 Bob Note, March 2023
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untothebreach · 1 year
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I don't create in the way you're supposed to - the right way. With academically purified emotion, with feelings that are Wild and strong and sticky-sweet and show pearly teeth like polished ivory.
My feelings are raw and bloody like a beating heart, like a nail dragging across soft skin, like a dam break or a storm surge or the mauling of a small child by an angry, hungry wolf. They're horror, they're immoral, and no one should ever see them. I bury them deep to hide my tainted stains, because otherwise I'm poison in the groundwater and gasoline on a hot iron stove: I explode.
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