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male seahorse gets pregnant instead of - ahem* the female
So maybe in another universe, bae β¨οΈ
For anyone losing sleep over February 14th, I got you!
We're gonna hang out, cram our pouches withrocks , and then stone every couple we see. Love hurts, let's make 'em feel it... literally. Sounds like a date then
We're gonna hang out, cram our pouches with
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So I am having 6 minutes of paranoia after not finding the dead body of a spider
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What I'm watching at this hour:
Maybe that's what writers do-
Maybe they exaggerate pain just so that you feel okay about what you're feeling.
Maybe they exaggerate pain just so that you feel okay about what you're feeling.
I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
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Choose a hobby :-
β books
β art(painting)
β throwing knives in mom's kitchen
β books
β art(painting)
β throwing knives in mom's kitchen
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Some people just straight-up smell like books π It's like... what's going on there? Are you brewing a potion of knowledge? Baking a fresh batch of plot twists? Living an alter persona in that 2D world of yours?
Spill, book-smellers! What's cookin' in that cranium of yours...
Lemme get a sniff, I beg thee! I'm desperate to inhale your scent, oh ye bibliothecary! My brain cells are desperately clamouring for a hit of that sweet, sweet papyrus perfume.
Spill, book-smellers! What's cookin' in that cranium of yours...
Lemme get a sniff, I beg thee! I'm desperate to inhale your scent, oh ye bibliothecary! My brain cells are desperately clamouring for a hit of that sweet, sweet papyrus perfume.
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Some people just straight-up smell like books π It's like... what's going on there? Are you brewing a potion of knowledge? Baking a fresh batch of plot twists? Living an alter persona in that 2D world of yours? Spill, book-smellers! What's cookin' in thatβ¦
For the sake of banishing this soul-crushing, beige-toned boredom that's currently gnawing at my very being... I'm open to suggestions. Preferably ones involving penguins, rain summoning dance, or any food item shaped like a dinosaur. Seriously, I'm this close to knitting a sweater for my cat (which I don't even have).
Some people canβt believe in themselves
Until someone else believes in them first
So be the first to believe in yourself
Until someone else believes in them first
So be the first to believe in yourself
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