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we'd wear paper crowns and fight with paper swords and then when they win, i'll confess my love for them with a paper ring. is that too much to ask god?
the demons took over dont look at me...
car seat headrest reference for you mentally ill folks...
HOLY SHITTTT OH MY GOD IM EXPLODING
Burns TW!!!
That one Army Dreamers trend but make it tawog lol
![a screenshot of the poem "How to Be a Dog" by Andrew Kane. It reads:
If you want to be a dog, first you must learn to wait. You must wait all day until somebody returns, and if somebody returns late, you must learn to wait until then. Then you must learn to speak in one of the voices available to you, high and light or mellow thick and low or middle-range and terse. Whichever voice you learn to speak, you will meet somebody who does not like you because of it, they will be wary or annoyed or you will remind them of something or someone else. Once you have learned to speak you must learn not to speak unless you absolutely must, or to speak as much as you feel you must regardless of how many times you are told to stop, or sit, or placed behind a doorāthis will depend on what kind of a dog you want to be. And indeed there are many kinds. It may not feel as though you get to choose, and that too is a kind of dog. Next you must learn to relinquish all control over everything you might wish to control. You must learn to prefer to be led about by the neck on a piece of string, or staked to a neglected lawn by a length of chain. You must learn, once you have sampled the freedom of a life without a chain, that it is better to return and be chained again. Or you may learn that it is notāa fugitive is also a kind of dog. Of course you must learn to love, to love always and love entirely and to be wounded by nothing so much as the violence of your own love. You must learn to be confused but never disappointed by a deficiency of love. You must give up your children and not know why. You must lose yourself wholly in activity; you must never feel an itch that you do not scratch. You must learn how to wait at the foot of the bed and hope, silently, that somebody is drunk enough or lonely enough to invite you up, and you must learn not to show your excitement too much or overplay your hand. If you want to be a dog, you must learn to believe that you are not in fact a dog at all.
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![A screenshot of the poem "I'm Going Back to Minnesota Where Sadness Makes Sense" by Danez Smith. It is arranged on the page as a series of couplets. It reads:
O California, donāt you know the sun is only a god
if you learn to starve for him? Iām bored with the ocean
I stood at the lip of it, dressed in down, praying for snow
I know, Iām strange, too much light makes me nervous
at least in this land where the trees always bear green.
I know something that doesnāt die canāt be beautiful.
Have you ever stood on a frozen lake, California?
The sun above you, the snow & stalled seaāa field of mirror
all demanding to be the sun too, everything around you
is light & itās gorgeous & if you stay too long it will kill you
& itās so sad, you know? Youāre the only warm thing for miles
& the only thing that canāt shine.
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So much of Benās journey to redemption was slipped under the rug only to push this trio garbage down our throats. This couldāve been an awesome movie at one point...
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I don't even watch, but I had to reblog it was so PRETTY
At last, hereāsĀ "Daughter," an original song for Abigail Hobbs: everyoneās favorite doomed young lure from NBCās Hannibal. The woodsy and tragic nature of Abigailās life inspired this to flow in the vein of a 19th century folk song, as they tend to tell cautionary tales with a repetitive melody. I donāt think Iām done with this song; I will probably revisit it at some point in the future, but for now I hope you enjoy! x
DAUGHTER (Inspired by NBCās āHannibalā)
once a daughter came to harm in tender woodland night pin-boned by two velvet arms and turned a bloodless white when cried out the mothers, āoh, who done this deed tonight?ā i tied a ribbon round my throat to hide the silverās bite and i hear the echoes of my mother, as the smile carved her neck, gentle and red-filled as a lover: "beware them who call you daughter" what my gentle father teaches is to honor what we slay but i split a devil into pieces, and i threw the bones away one man, he wouldāve called that wasteful another would call it a crime but the third, he proudly found it tasteful and put his hand in mine and i hear the echoes of my mother, as the smile carved her neck, gentle and red-filled as a lover: "beware them who call you daughter" if my tale becomes a whisper out of their maneating mouths know that those same lips once kissed her: their daughter, so devout and i hear the echoes of my mother, as the smile carved her neck, gentle and red-filled as a lover: "beware them who call you daughter" my tears are wiped by steady fingers as the smile carves my neck and he whispers, gentle as a lover, his belly fed, as i am bled: he calls me ādaughterā
āMissing men often get found. Our missing men will be found.ā -Order 66
big question. what is your song of the year so far? the one you listened to most, the one that touched you the most, or for any reason. for me its where do we go now? by gracie abrams š
need me a man who holds me in a chokehold while he forces his fat cock in and shushes me with a "easy girl, easy" as if he's breaking in a horse šµāš«
Why can Nozdormu have ear piercings (on a helf/belf male model), but not us?
Pussy drunk eren ?
"oh fuck baby, don't stop." eren whines, your hips rising up and down on his cock. it's the 3rd time you made him cum this night but he wants to keep going, needs to keep going. you haven't seen each other in few weeks and now he realized how much he missed your warm cunt.
his hands find your ass and he takes a handful, helping your ride him. his eyes are closed because he knows he can't look down and see your pussy cream all over his cock, knowing he would cum right here.
"it's all your fault." he says before slamming his cock deep into your pussy. he swiftly turns you on your stomach as he pounds into you with all his leftover strength.
"it's your fault. only your pussy can make me this stupid."
shark bait hoo ha ha i wanted to make a clone oc so this is jaks, sergeant of the aquatic division known as frenzy squadron!
Not 17 yr old me thinking i can stay in the closet forever and only come out if I decide to marry same sex. Good luck present me.
"Well Well... Aren't we gawking with a little too much enthusiasm?"
Testing out my pigma brush pens for "inkobering" (don't hurt me!)
I realized I didn't have a yellow sakura pen and I don't want to ruin it with a highlighter or an alcohol pen (also cuz my coloring skills with pens is lacking and I like shopping for art supplies THAT I DON'T NEED, or do need??? *my bank account screams for help*)
Anyway, his yolo will be in the mail in a few so he won't sooo...idk, less yolo? Lol~
Note: again. I posted it on the wrong blog again. WHY???
