Have I ever mentioned to you that, one day, when i was around 9, I was digging a hole in my garden when suddenly I found a roman coin from the Domitian era
actually, that hole was called The Truth Fountain and it told your fate.
im not a gamer but i can sympathize, because i know its been a hard couple of weeks for all of you. first sans fucks your mom and then mr mime fucks your mom too. im sending thoughts and prayers.
i established myself as the Medusa Mutual™ and im VERY proud of that ily all
Disposable cameras, polaroids and expired film makes your summer holiday photos look like you went to an alternate dimension where it’s always the 70s, the sun shines forever, and life is all popsicles, lush but blurry gardens and warm water.
no one on this site has ever (A) had a good opinion or (B) dissociated
people on here talk about dissociating the way people on tinder talk about going on adventures, BOTH of you are referring to making a snack run to target past midnight
[id: four interlocking hands labeled “straight women,” “trans women,” “bi women,” and “lesbians.” In the center of all four hands is text that reads “Being terrified of men”]
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