love letters
I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong.
Lemony Snicket, the Beatrice letters
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"Lancer of Chaldea, Hektor"
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Lula next to Cacique Raoni Metuktire, one of the country's main indigenous leaders, who was among the representatives of the Brazilian people who climbed the Planalto ramp this Sunday during the president's inauguration ceremony. He dedicates his life to defending the Amazon and the peoples of the forest. He is recognized by indigenous and riverside people as one of the main representatives of the fight for the preservation of the Amazon rainforest. Photo: REUTERS
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I have problems pt 2
So you know how I love the “I eat emo for breakfast” image too much??? Well now there’s this
I SEND IT TO MY FRIENDS ON THE DAILY AND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS IT
One friend thought Fang was trying to (bite Knuckles’ nose/kiss Knuckles)
Another thought they….ye I’m not even gonna say it
And then one friend was SUPER confused AND YE
ITS LITERALLY JUST KNUCKLES BLUSHING AT A GIRL WHILE CHOKING FANG BUT MOST TAKE IT SUPER OFF
SO YE I LOVE THAT PICTURE NOW, FOR THE MYSTERY
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On the plane after a game Brad asks Patrice if he wants a blanket/snacks in french before he falls asleep. Brad then pulls up a movie to watch so he can stay awake in case Patrice wakes and needs something
can someone literally book you for attempted murder at this point
because this is not okay
THIS IS SO SWEET FUCK YOU OH MY GOD
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Source : i don't think i'll ever let you leave by wwordvomit, ao3
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LISTEN TO ME RN, when the character is supposed to be rlly strong and muscular and buff PUT FAT ON THAT GUY fat is so fucking necessary to have a physical build that is so strong MAKE THEM FATTTTTTTTTTTTT
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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
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