DEAR FOLLOWERS GO AND SEE IF YOU CAN FIND EPISODES OF A SHOW CALLED TARA DUNCAN TO WATCH BECAUSE IT IS

...I'm gonna buy a rubber duck

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𝗿𝗲𝗺𝘂𝘀, 𝘀𝗲𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴: you really are smitten with them

𝗹𝗶𝗹𝘆, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆: the correct word is 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥, remus, i'm 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥

"what the hell, we're on the way"

(sales - renee)

your last words before you die are the 3rd line of the last song you listened to. what are we saying ladies?

i watched bna just yesterday, but i'm gonna rewatch it tomorrow, it's gorgeous

i also immensely love michiru and shirou

too much

i never rewatch things

the art was just too damn good

Human (no more)

dream wore a mask, covering just around his eyes, his body draped in gold jewelry and off-white fabrics.

this was the desert biome, early ages, and he was just a human, traveling, discovering lands and making friends.

dream smiled as he walked past children, walking through the streets, sometimes quietly playing around.

dream wore a mask, made of cloth and hiding the lower half of his face, he was dressed in armour, scratched and banged up.

this was the plains biome, a little after the the early ages and he was only human, travelling lands and seeking thrills.

dream's face betrayed no emotion as he watched a war rage on.

dream wore no mask, his face uncovered, he was dressed in a shirt and pants, tattered.

this was a cave, very late early ages and he was just a trivial human living his life m, chasing adventure and glory.

dream wore an expression of awe, watching a round object on the ground as it spoke to him.

dream wore a mask, round and made of clay and hiding all of his face, he was wearing armour again, strong and sturdy.

this was middle ages, dream was human. fighting wars and battles, just to grow stronger.

dream's smile behind the mask was malicious, for only a moment.

dream wore a mask, a cruel and stoick smile drawn on it, his body hidden by netherite armour, the strongest you can get, a green hoodie and pants combo between his body and the armour.

this was modern times, dream wasn't human anymore, he'd given up on lying to himself after the first century.

now, dream watched a nation be blown up, a part of him hoping it's destruction would reunite his smp, another part - just gleeful at the havoc he caused.

The thing about knitting is it’s much harder to fear the existential futility of all your actions while you’re doing it.

Like ok, sure, sometimes it’s hard to believe you’ve made any positive impact on the world. But it’s pretty easy to believe you’ve made a sock. Look at it. There it is. Put it on, now your foot’s warm.

Checkmate, nihilism.

it's 5 pm but i'm sleepy, what is this sorcery?

MAGNA HAS WORDS OF WISDOM TO SHARE SO LISTEN TO HIM!!!! Staying strong is HARD man so if just drinking a cup of water takes every ounce of your energy then you better congratulate yourself seriously for doing so!!! Fight for yourselves and you’ll be able to overcome anything!! 💪💪💪🔥🔥🔥 Commission/gift from @//baptismbyluck & I to @//baptismbymagna (instagram) 💖💖💖💖

I held the burned book in my hands, it's title, "My diary - Amelie - Year 0000" telling me it was the start of our new era.

I swallowed thickly, knowing, this was the documentation of the one year we had all forgotten and I hesitated in opening it, not knowing what it may contain.

My overwhelming curiousity quickly overwhelmed me and I lift the cover to reveal the pages held within, their edges lightly burnt but no important writing harmed.

I breathe in deeply and I go to read.

The beginning is nothing special, a normal year.

But I get to the middle.

"It is May 15th," the story read, "we didn't know it, but yesterday a war had been declared."

I hesitate to continue reading, knowing it could be very terrible going onward.

But I do.

"It will be a terrible war, I'll assume. Two of the biggest nations going to fight. Diary," I notice a dried tear stain on the page, "I'm scared. I live in one of these lands. Please please I don't want to die please." and tears of my own rush to my eyes.

There was a war and- I quickly flip through the pages I haven't read yet, my breath stops.

This...

This war definitely had casualties.

And this girl - Amelie - was one of them.

I see dried blood through pages stuck together.

I shudder and drop the book.

It should have burned.

I shouldn't have read.

What do I do now?

I do nothing, there is nothing to do as our world had already restored to peace and no one would know, so I bury Amelie's diary and I promise to remember her.

It’s been ten years since ‘The Gap’ when everyone on the planet just lost an entire year of their lives. Completely unable to recall anything that happened during that time-frame. We know life went on, but no one can recall anything. Then, you find one half-burned book and know why we forgot.