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royalarchivist · 10 months

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He told Richarlyson: "You have a little sister now!"

#Cellbit #QSMP #I'm logging out for the day I think #Richarlyson #I should clarify he ROLEPLAYED laying an Egg #I. I don't know if that makes it better or worse frankly #Please excuse me for not being clear I'm doing some work rn and did the biggest double take when Cellbit made that noise #Richarlyson I'm so frickin sorry you are truly god's strongest warrior #June 25 2023

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card-of-the-day · 10 months

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Today's Card Is: Jill

#card of the day #submission #resident evil #june 25 2023 #card fighters clash

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mermaidinthecity · 10 months

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June 25, 2023

#taylor momsen #taylorm sm #june 25 2023

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qsmpphotoalbum · 10 months

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#qsmp #foolish #c: leo #june 25 2023

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myfavebandfizz · 10 months

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Sunday with FIZZ- Episode 1

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#fizz #yourfavebandfizz #all #fizz band #june 25 2023 #june 2023 #sunday with fizz #Youtube

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lucy-hale-fashion · 10 months

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What: Zara Striped Rolled Up Sleeve Blazer - Sold Out Where: Instagram Story - June 25, 2023

#lucy hale #fashion #zara #blazers #2023 #june 2023 #june 25 2023 #instagram #social media #instagram 2023 #social media 2023 #pll

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averbaldumpingground · 10 months

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The morning comes, much brighter than Octavian remembers. Perhaps because this morning is the last.

He's never been nostalgic for it, his sisters and their nurse already eating breakfast when he rises, the shouting from the market stalls. The glitter of the sun in Julia's hair.

He loved her, perhaps. But it had been so very long ago. There'd been so many others since, their lives too brief, too fragile and too tragic.

But as he feels that first touch of the sun, the prickling, the burning, it's Julia he sees. She had a pleasant smile, her hands already raw from days spent with the washing.

#June 25 2023

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vyxart · 7 months

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#vyxart #art #original art #ms paint art #june #june 25 #june 25 2023 #june 2023 #2023

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thehiddenhermit · 10 months

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Whatever mom gave me yesterday worked. I think I'm gonna be fine

#June 25 2023 #Personal

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druggeddraccus · 10 months

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worked the last three. glad to be off tonight. work wasn’t too bad it was actually kinda chill i was able to read my book lol

rn i’m watching the bear with my dad and i’ll probably read some more later on

#2023 dayss #june 25 2023 #jordyn’s journal

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softivory · 10 months

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trauma

the crack in the door

that shines light into my dark, isolated room

I am alone in the shadows

unable to reach out to the light.

I am unsure if I’m incapable,

or if I just believe I don’t deserve it so strongly.

I sit shrouded in darkness

created by my own mind,

a shadowy forest grown and watered by my memories

of yelling,

harsh grabs,

ignored pleas,

words minced through sharp, mean teeth.

No protector to not let them pass

and they hit me.

I am trapped in this place,

few hold keys to the thick, heavy door that lets in light.

Often I am too weak to even call out for help.

But if I did,

would they even come?

Would they shout at me to get up and open the door myself,

as if it were that easy?

Or,

maybe they would sit with me in my darkness,

hold me until the shadows emanating from me were chased away

by love and hope,

and hold my hand

as they coax me out of this dark room.

I am afraid to put my trust in someone and have them fail this heavy task.

“does this confirm I am unloveable, unsaveable, truly alone in this world?

were those mean things done to me actually justified because I am just horrible?”

At the same time,

I am afraid I will be visiting this dark room for the rest of my life.

Incurable.

Perhaps consolable,

but only temporarily.

#june 25 2023 #3pm #healing through words #healing through words rupi kaur

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mermaidinthecity · 3 months

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alanaspringsteen: coming off the best two nights in Jersey on the @ lukebryan tour…woke up in my hometown to the most calming view of the ocean and i’m gonna be hitting the main stage at @ beachitfestival in a few hours…reppin the swag, ready to go. today is extra special. 757 FAM see y’all at 2:25 🌊🤘🏼

#beachitfestival #virginiabeach #live #countrymusic #hometown #beach

#alana springsteen #alana sm #june 25 2023

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qsmpphotoalbum · 10 months

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#qsmp #foolish #C: leo #june 25 2023

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lithiumseven · 10 months

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Jonathan on June 25th

#jonathan harker #dracula daily #dracula #re: dracula #june 25 #june 25th #tis i #dracula spoilers #dracula daily spoilers #dracula daily 2023 #dracula daily memes

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serickswrites · 10 months

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I Think I’m Going to be Sick

Warnings: knife, stab wound, stabbing, blood, wounds, bleeding out, unconsciousness, unclear character status, caretaker and whumpee

“Th-Think gonna b-b-b-e sick-ck-ck-ck,” Whumpee mumbled as they weakly tried to stem the blood pouring from their gut.

“It’s ok, Whumpee. Just hold on,” Caretaker murmured as they tried not to panic. Whumper had lured them both out to the middle of nowhere, stabbed Whumpee, and stolen Caretaker’s vehicle leaving Caretaker and Whumpee stranded.

“‘lding,” Whumpee whispered as they blinked hard. “H-H-Hurts,” they winced as Caretaker pressed harder on the wound.

“I know. I know. But we have to keep pressure on the wound.” Caretaker had called Teammate One for help. Teammate One was on the way. But they were so far away. “You gotta keep your eyes on me, Whumpee. Help is on the way.”

“C-C-Cold,” Whumpee’s voice was barely audible, their eyes becoming unfocused and glassy.

The hot summer night around them had Caretaker sweating. It was anything but cold. “Just hold on, Whumpee. I need you to stay with me.” Caretaker had made a mistake. And that mistake had cost Whumpee dearly. “Please,” Caretaker murmured, pressing harder on the wound as Whumpee’s eyes began to droop closed. “I need you, Whumpee. You have to stay. Help is on the way.”

Whumpee’s breath went out in a sigh as they lost their battle against unconsciousness. “Whumpee?” Caretaker tapped Whumpee’s cheek.

But Whumpee didn’t reply. Their skin was cold and clammy to the touch, their breaths shallow and irregular. “Come back to me, Whumpee. Please, you’ve got to come back to me.”

Caretaker pressed harder on Whumpee’s wound, desperate to keep any blood in Whumpee. They couldn’t lose Whumpee. Couldn’t let Whumper take Whumpee from them. Couldn’t be the reason why Whumpee was no longer alive. “I need you, Whumpee. You’re all I have. Please, come back,” Caretaker sobbed at the last no longer able to hold in their tears and fear.

Fear that Whumper would come back. Fear that Teammate One would be too late. And most of all, fear that Whumpee would die in their arms before help could arrive.

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kristiliqua · 1 year

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father-daughter bonding activities !

eating each other's favorite foods :D

... dirt and sand are not food .

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