Sending love to everyone silently pushing through the waves of grief while trying to continue on each day.
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why am i catching heat for drawing corny silly things when my in depth emotional studies get less than 100 likes on twt i wish everyone a very fuck you
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"why does my cock hurt?"
"you never used it before."
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at the gallows
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the thing is that gender doesn't exist in fgo nowadays so you might actually get it regardless amen god bless willseewhenwegetthere.png
my favorite pair of years with one person still not being physically shown has a 60% of being revealed as gender: unknown because all the onmyoji in this game have very consistently been shown as non-binary and above gender which is very fun
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alva literally always hanging out with mediterranean women in cults ever thought about that what is he cooking
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sometimes i think i'm foolish for drawing ann CONSIDERABLY taller than alva for no reason and then there's this literal fucking picture and i was right for it
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i am going to request the italians in my mentions to meet on the parking lot, i will evidently be the one filming and directing.
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or should i even ask, where are all our men ? are their pixels alive somewhere on this planet ?
where dante alighieri fgo at
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where dante alighieri fgo at
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“No tortured wailing rose to greet us here
but sounds of sighing rose from every side,
sending a tremor through the timeless air, “
“For such defects we are lost, though spared the fire
and suffering Hell in one affliction only:
that without hope we live on in longing.
I thought how many worthy souls there were
suspended in that Limbo, and a weight
closed on my heart for what the noblest suffer.”
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Enoch traverses a series of elevated pathways, searching for an entrance to the Tower. Far below, the people who worship the fallen angels as gods are celebrating. Their voices drift up on the wavering air, mingled with the pops and whistles of fireworks and the beating of drums.
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Hope had left me. I still knew fear, but fear alone does not know the gods; they are very vain, they want to be loved too, and hopeless people do not love them.
Christa Wolf, tr. by Jan van Heurck, from “Cassandra: A Novel & Four Essays,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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stories of love and hope
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