Why am I here, Again?♛ |
Welcome! I'm Abby (they/their/theirs/ or she/her/hers), i'm canadian and a big ol lesbian! I love my girlfriend!!!!! I also like Dungeons & Dragons, Sailor Moon, Neil Gaiman's books, and Borderlands, among other things! TERFs go fucking die!!! (Background by paperbicycle) |
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the only good thing voltron has done for my life is given me a different less shameful character to think about when i listen to blue lips by regina spektor
go back to your room and think about Equius
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“Ice Cave” by Georgia O’Keeffe and a photograph of an ice cave.
yeah Georgia? that’s an ice cave ? that’s a god damn ice cave? that’s the only thing you intended to paint? that’s it? just an ice cave?
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Thanks @staff & @support for doing such a great job eliminating the inappropriate content on this site!!!
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new style: cowboy from the waist up, goth from the waist down
reach out touch faith
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Elizabethan Peasant 1: Look yonder! Someone has writ upon that ceiling that thou art most easily gulled!
Elizabethan Peasant 2: More fool they, for I cannot read.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: *sighing, lowers his visage unto his palm*
Elizabethan Peasant 1: Lo, hast thou learned to read?
Elizabethan Peasant 2: Verily, and to compose as well.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: With haste, then, how is the word “i cup” composed?
Elizabethan Peasant 1: what ho, I know a sporting jest! What art thou when thou art a peasant and art occupied in a privy?
Elizabethan Peasant 2: I wist not, but certain am I that thou shalt tell me speedily.
Elizabethan Peasant 1: Most verily, thou art a peon.
Elizabethan Child: Father, I have not yet broken fast and am filled with pangs of hunger.
Elizabethan Father: Hail, Filled With Pangs Of Hunger! Mine own name is Wybert.
Elizabethan Scholar 1: Alack, I have in my purse but sixty-nine pence.
Elizabethan Scholar 2: Lusty fellow, knowst thou well what such a sum portends!
Elizabethan Scholar 1: I…I have not sufficient to sup on fowl.
Elizabethan Scholar 1: Mine name is verily Micheal with a ‘b’, and I hast been afraid of insects mine entire life.
Elizabethan Scholar 2: Cease cease cease. Wither is the bee?
Elizabethan Scholar 1: Thither is a bee?
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