Lmaoo

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Lyney and lynette's festival swing

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

im sorry for reblogging this again but this tag has obliterated me

You CAN'T TRICK ME INTO SEEKING HELP MARTHA

going to therapy is one of the sexiest things you can do. if you go to therapy you're so hot it's unreal

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I initially planned to have Bachira be completely naked, but changed my mind because I needed something to help cover up his crotch without using any obvious censors. This was a discarded panel that was part of the original version!

The microsmic human will to live is naught but a mortal arrogation of those who have not thought of the cursed blessing of immortality's consequence. The sheer maganimity of death for saving us from being fooled into the most desperate of arogance-induced delusion of seeing ourselves as newly divine as we live like pigs, and from the horror in the faces of children and mankind alike as we discover that the deluded fantasies of impossibly fictional things such as 'justice' and 'the love of god' are false and the mortal realm descends into chaos. UwU :3

Yoo Joonghyuk: [throttling a random cliché goon] WHERE IS HE?

Goon: Who?!

Yoo Joonghyuk: KIM DOKJA.

Goon:

Yoo Joonghyuk:

Grunt: …who?

Yoo Joonghyuk: [sighing] Where is Yoo Joonghyuk?

We don't get to choose

👏🏾Education 👏🏾is 👏🏾a 👏🏾right,👏🏾 not👏🏾 a👏🏾 service 👏🏾

Pass along and use the shit out of them

have u ever unalived some1?

You can say kill, it's okay. in some indirect way I feel we have all been cause to someone's misery and perhaps, even their deaths. Not just our actions, no, our inaction - our inability to step outside the thin-scope of our sheltered lives and lend a hand to those who must face the brunt of reality. We could be better, we could be holistically-giving, but we aren't; thus we are partially to blame for what happens, as even the smallest shift in sentiment can leave a wake miles wide, yet we do not budge, instead we are comforted by the warmth of our ignorance and willful-obfuscation.