WAIT NOW I WANT TO SEE SEASON TWO OF ARCANE… UGH. My Fucking School Won't Let Me Have Time For Myself.

Bow chicka wow wow does not define this, lezbe honest

Bow chicka wow wow~~

REAL they always have the same guitar intro, then they like have this strum sound to start the drums at around the 15 seconds. AND THEN THEY START SINGING AROUND THE 30-40 SECONDS IN THE SONG. Also it's the tambourine for me.

All of Cigarette after sex’s songs sound the exact same I swear 😭🙏

Y'all need to take a second look at the word 'therapist'.

To all generous donors

Thank you all for donations

In northern Gaza, our lives are almost over I know that some people are tired of hearing us complain a lot, but there is nothing in our power except to publish about our situation for everyone to see.

We need 800 Aud which is 550 USD to reach out short goal

Can we do it

Plz see me pinned post

And reblog it ❤️

We are vetted by el shab Hussain an nabulsi in Gaza evacuateion funds

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Crowley. I'm making yer wish come true! <333

Thanks for tagging me, @chaoticfandomgirly !❤️

And the lucky man is…

D.C.I. Mike McGuire from Whitstable Pearl!

Don’t mind if I do! A lovably grumpy bear of a man, who I would climb like a tree given half the chance!

I tag @all-or-nothing-baby @guiltypleasurefandomface @fireladybuckley @kinkykinard @a-victorian-girl @katries and anyone else who wants to play. No pressure on anyone who doesn’t!😘

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i know that when everyone gets to choose groups i'm the last person on everyone's mind, in every single class, and i try to be comfortable with that, and most days i am, but some days the loneliness and strangeness i feel is worse than others. There's a part of me that will always be empty, a part of me that wants jealousy and foolishly what my sister has, what my cousins have, what the girls my age at school have---the warmth of someone sitting next to them, an earbud in their ear and one in their friends, someone who remembers their birthday during the school week. Someone who can tell when they're out of sorts and need a break. online friends are amazing and i love you dearly. but there is something more that you cannot offer me, physical touch, the sound of your voice. a reassurance that you aren't going anywhere.

the girls at church gossip about me; i am a bad influence on the children.

if i died, i do think. people would notice. but the silence would not be long, if they asked my classmates for a moment to remember me, because there is not much to remember. and i'm sure they would be poking and whispering to each other. waiting for the moment to be over. if i died the impact would be "oh, how sad." and then everyone would move on. i try to be comfortable with that. perhaps it is for the best.

perhaps that is for the best that no one wants to be my friend. i am full of rage and fear, i am skittish like a cat some cruel boy has cut the ears off of.

I know this post is meant to be silly but I wanted to explain something about this little European robin and its meaning to my family for no specific reason.

When I was two and 29 days a big sister of a seemingly healthy baby brother, he suddenly was rushed to the hospital and died along the way. He had cardiomegaly, in other words: an enlarged heart. This was because of a congenital heart defect. He was really strong, so he endured it for 29 days and he never really gave a sign of discomfort, at least, not until it was too late. I, personally as a two year old, didn't get much of it. I have some faint memories of me peeking from behind the door at my parents sitting devastated on the couch. I remember running up to them, crawling into my mother's lap and comforting her.

So what has this bird to do with all this, well… My mother once told me a story of a robin, not long after my little brother's death. There was a robin that was sitting in front of the sliding doors to the backyard. My parents didn't mind it at first, but when it flew with them when they walked to the extension of our house and back, they knew it was some sort of sign.

The years continue and every time it's either 9 October or 7 November there appears a robin, in our backyard, frontyard, if we go out to do something fun to clear our minds. There's always a robin.

So yes, this bird is silly, cute and a little obese, but it gave my parents a feeling that everything was fine with my little brother, wherever he might be.

Dumping my main warriorcats ocs here

Power of the Thots and Hoes, Chaotic and Explosive.

zeekayart, with the power of phonetic pronunciation of letters, and general art snobbery!

You can say Val and all, but Husk is the only one we've seen fight so far. That's why people choose Husk. 😁 And honestly, I can imagine Val being a pussy. (Not saying he is, but just imagine) He might be acting all high and mighty on screen, but he's actually scared shits that blood will ruin his clothes. 🤪