Nightmare to Passive: A few multiverses, infinite universes, nine planets, seven seas, seven continents, and I had the unfortunate luck of being your brother and replacement.
Dream: Hey, that’s not very nice-
Passive: There are only eight planets, you uncultured swine!
Dream, forgetting about Nightmare: VIVA LA PLUTO, FUCK YOU!
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Tricker treet!!!
Oh yay! Let me see what I have left, one sec--*trips and falls down the stairs*
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Silliest Star Wars name, round one
PLEASE VOTE BASED ON SILLINESS OF NAME ONLY!!!!
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picrew? picrew ✨
i was tagged by the besties @whatwouldmickeydo, @gardenerian, @heymrspatel, @mishervellous, & @energievie to do this fucking precious picrew — and it might be one of my all-time faves!! 💛
this Barbie is mentally ill & crushing it! 🌸🌟
i’m tagging @iansfreckles, @greggster, @gallawitchxx, @metalheadmickey, @whatthebodygraspsnot, @sleepyfacetoughguy, @y0itsbri, @7x10mickey, @vintagelacerosette, @thisdivorce, @rereadanon, @howlinchickhowl, @sickness-health-all-that-shit, @shameless-notashamed, @xninetiestrendx, @palepinkgoat, @crossmydna, & @captainjowl 💫
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74 for the Playlist!
74. jealous of the birds - powder junkie
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babe wake up the other bi-monthly amazing moral orel angst oneshot just arrived
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me: i hate cliches 😡😡😡
storyboarder: character with green thumb moves wilting plant from the sun into shade and it immediately perks up. this is a metaphor for how when something is wrong its often because you arent taking care of yourself correctly and are misinterpreting your needs
me: omg im the plant
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Uno reverse card buckarOOO
HAH hi Vian, okay bet :]
EVERYBODY'S GONNA MAKE MISTAKES
BUT EVERYBODY'S GOT A CHOICE TO MAKE
EVERYBODY NEEDS A LEAP OF FAITH
WHEN ARE YOU TAKING YOURS?
WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
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scrape my skull with steel wool to get the rot out
and run cold water through the crevices of my brain
make sure my eyes are clean of dust with all their colors intact
send screams through my ear canals to clean out the echoes
pick up my jaw and unhinge it as if i were a viper
and submerge my teeth in acid.
rotate my vertebrae, run your fingers down my brain stem
sharpen my ribs until they cut through the skin around them
send biting pain racing through my heart as if my blood was toxic
tear the air from my lungs and leave them heaving vacuums.
dig the wrist bones from my flesh like jewels and sand them down to nothing
take my tendons to stretch and snap them like rubber bands
tear my fingernails from their beds just for your collection
roll out my muscles like butter, pliant as a butterfly, pinned to a board
stretch my skin over your floor and leave it there to dry
and last of course, let my blood wash your hands clean, running through your hair exultant, staining your teeth red and falling down your throat until you kneel before me, coughing and choking on all that i have left.
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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
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