Top 7 Types of Skirting For Home Interiors in 2021
So exactly how much cocaine do you have on you at any given point, Cabal
"Why do you want to know?"
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A secret: Some years ago, my wife and I were dreaming of where we’d live. A typo in our texts showed us yearning for “a snail farm by the sea”. Small. Not snail. But the idea stuck. When we thought we were on the verge of buying a house (not at all far from the coast actually) I ordered a snail-shaped planter for her for our anniversary. The sale fell through. The box was never opened. But it’s waiting, in a kitchen cabinet. Someday. She has no idea.
First of all I absolutely love this.
Secondly, i fully support this snail farm.
Did you know that many beauty companies pay top dollar for snail slime?
The slimy, thick excretion elicited by the snails' agitation, also known as Cornu aspersum glycoconjugates, is mostly used in the production of cosmetics. It boasts hyaluronic acid, glycolic acid, glycoprotein enzymes, proteoglycans, antimicrobials, and copper peptides. This provides hydrating, anti-oxidizing, and recovering properties when topically applied to give a glowing, youthful complexion. The snail’s mucin has been famed by cosmetics companies around the world for wound healing (scar reduction) and the improvement of wrinkles and fine lines.
PLUS, only happy snails produce these chemicals, meaning that snail farmers are extra careful not to harm their little slimy buddies.
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Mina is a terrible person.
|| so is your problematic fav.
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Why do you act like a five year old?
“I’m six and a half.”
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"Johannes! Johannes!" squeaked a tiny voice on the pillow beside his head at shortly after four in the morning. "People on glass bridges shouldn't cross when they come to it! Speak of the Pope and he shall appear!"
It was seventeen minutes past four. Cabal knew better than to open his eyes, being relatively fond of having functioning ones. He lay there in the dark, sighing sharply through his nose at the high-pitched whisperings by his ear. It was bad enough that they had to wake him at such a despicable hour–did they have to do it with mixed metaphors, too?
“It’s Devil, you ingrates,” he said irritably, voice rough with sleep or the lack thereof, “Speak of the Devil and he shall appear. ”
Cabal paused. He didn’t open his eyes, but he turned his head slightly towards the voice. He’d already dealt with Satan twice. He had absolutely no desire to do so a third time, though when he thought about it he considered that Satan might be better company than the Pope.
“–Wait. Is this a warning?”
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It seems to me you're the only person that would ever think to call a scoundrel like me 'gentle'. - J. S, with love.
It seems I know a side of you that most never see, for you have most certainly captured my heart.
Have you ever met a good vampire? Or one who tried to be good?
“They all think they’re good, or persecuted, or misunderstood. But the fact remains that they kill people, and spread their corruption. It’s better to just put them down– put them out of their misery.”
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Victor could hardly wait for the sun to go down. He was bustling about Laurelai's space, trying to make sure every pillow was in exact and perfect stature in the perfect spot, every so often looking back at her as if she was going to disappear if he looked away for too long. Eventually, when everything seemed right, he flopped down at her thighs. "You awake?" he asked.
“Oui. You make it impossible to sleep.”
Laurelai rolled onto her back with a tired sigh; giving up the ghost of slumber. It would have become impossible to sleep even without Victor’s nesting behavior-- the sunset outside awakening the sounds of the night.
And not just any night.
Laurelai opened her eyes finally, one hand moving to brush the curls from Victor’s brow as she looked down at him with a fond expression.
“Je te pardonne, mon amour.” She smiled faintly. “It is our night, no?”
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