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theancientstoryteller · 8 months
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Feeling very unethical today, might spread hate
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Everybody has always told me that tattoos are bad and I shouldn't get them, but I've put a lot of thought into what I want to get lately, so here are some of them.
I want wings, beautiful, feathery wings, so I can soar and be free. I want birds, flying mid-air. I want jellyfish, delicate, dangerous, and free. I want waves, crashing over my body. I want the moon, hanging over me, always watching. I want the sun, beautiful and kind and warmth-giving. I want the solar system, beautiful and impossible to conquer. I want cultural designs from where I'm from, giving me a sense of my roots and identity. I want the word freedom, so I'll never lose it. I want a spinning wheel, reminding me that I can immortalize myself and others by weaving tales spun in gold, never forgotten. I want the stars, so they're never out of reach again.
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A German man is traveling through Poland when he's stopped at a security checkpoint.
The Polish Security Officer asks, "Where are you traveling from?"
The German man says, "Berlin."
The Polish Security Officer asks, "Occupation?"
The German man says, "No, just visiting."
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When your child got possessed, it was a relief. Instead of tantrums and destroying things, now they just stare creepily and levitate while otherwise being very well-behaved. Today, you feel a tap on your shoulder. With tears in their eyes, your little demon begs you to call an exorcist.
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Everybody has always told me that tattoos are bad and I shouldn't get them, but I've put a lot of thought into what I want to get lately, so here are some of them.
I want wings, beautiful, feathery wings, so I can soar and be free. I want birds, flying mid-air. I want jellyfish, delicate, dangerous, and free. I want waves, crashing over my body. I want the moon, hanging over me, always watching. I want the sun, beautiful and kind and warmth-giving. I want the solar system, beautiful and impossible to conquer. I want cultural designs from where I'm from, giving me a sense of my roots and identity. I want the word freedom, so I'll never lose it. I want a spinning wheel, reminding me that I can immortalize myself and others by weaving tales spun in gold, never forgotten. I want the stars, so they're never out of reach again.
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