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Winter clothes:D...I think so

haha... Guess who got strep throat? Me, that's who. (I feel horrible, nothing is helping) hahaha... Let me just breathe real quick. Oh, what's that throat and tonsils? You're going to make not just swallowing, but breathing feeling like somethings stabbing my throat. What's that you said about ulcers, doctor?

LOSING MY FUCKING MIND

You're telling me a SHRIMP fried this rice?

alright this is a test, do not like this post. i see you hovering over that like button, don’t do it. i can see who likes this post as can everyone else who looks at the post, do not like it.

... No, that's supposed to be normal. I think. Is that really not normal? I thought that was normal.

it’s not?

Hi! I'm still having high blood pressure and fever. Being diabetic is awful .Help me get what I need so when I leave I can stay healed and get better today. #Type1Diabetes 😭. I'm a disabled mom so can't work after I had an accident. I've a spinal cord problem ..my blood sugar is high and I'm last to my pen, i need insulin to save my life and medical care for the past 2 months.

This is a life-threatening situation.share widely & donate 🙏

I am sorry i cannot donate, I have no money to give, but I will share this. I wish you health and happiness, and hope you find the medical care you need

HEY Y'ALL HAPPY MONDAY!! HOW'S EVERYONE DOING TODAY??/GENQ

So, uh, I watched gravity falls recently. And then I looked down at my left hand. The one I have six fingers on. Actually. I'm not lying, technically. (It may be just a tiny stub because the actual finger was cut off when I was a baby, but that doesn't matter)

... Definitely a coincidence.

We're here. We are tiny little dragons who want all the gold, and not the sex. We are very much real, unlike some kinds of little dragons.

Reblog if you think asexuality is a legitimate sexuality.

I'm trying to prove something.

I'M DOING AN EXPERIMENT

To prove something to a friend, please

REBLOG IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

LIKE IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS DON’T BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

trump vs kamala if it was not boring

i am giggling like a little child. I am shaking frmo happiness. I dont know why I'm so happy rifht now, but I am and now its yoyr pronlem. Don't mind me. Just twirling my toes in my hair hapoily. Eating tuna fish sandwiches in the bathtub. Embrahing the fishiness. It is pure happiness right mow.

Odysseus: *gently hands Athena baby Telemachus*

Athena: …you were PREGNANT AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME?!

Odysseus: what?- no-

Athena: DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THAT IS?! I WAS TRAINING YOU!

Odysseus: no I wasn’t the one-

Athena: THAT POOR BOY WAS PROBABLY SO SQUISHED IN YOUR HELMET! LOOK AT HOW SMALL HE IS!!

I don't know why, but when I sat down in my bathtub today, it smelled like mac and cheese, and that made me sad because I don't have mac and cheese.

anyone remember when he stole all of those bookshelves

Wilbur was never Clementine’s favorite…

clemi is @charlybvnny ‘s :3

I made some cookies, try them :3

My take on the Shulker

A HC AU with friends. After the nuke to join HC from the void they were merged with animals to make their code more stable. Tommy was merged with a parrot!

drawing ranboo everyday until I'm better! Day 13

They got that long torso

drawing ranboo everyday until I'm better! Day 12

I know it's bad 😭I drew it in like 50 seconds

This is just for science but, if you had a dsmp phase at some point, reblog this, i wanna see how many of us there was that is currently here :3

Here, have this small thing. Okay, maybe not small. But my first Tumblr thing.

Once, a father planted a tree. Now, I'm sure many fathers plant trees, so this is not anything special.

Once, a father planted a tree and said, "As long as this tree is alive and healthy, so is my son."

As trees do, this one still stands today, many years later.

"But what of the son?" you ask, and I will get to that.

You see, the son loved trees most of all. It only made sense for a tree to be what marks his grave.

The father believed that the memory of his son would live as long as the tree, as long as the tree could bear to hold the memories. The son's death truly was a loss...

The tree was grand, the tree stood tall. It had a name etched into the wood, one I knew once, but no longer.

What the father didn't know, was that his words were binding.

What the father didn't know, was that his dead son was now immortal.

. . .

The son wad bored. It's difficult not to get bored when you're stuck in a coffin, under many layers of dirt. And bugs. So, like any sane person would do, he thought. And he thought. And he thought.

He knew it would be difficult to get out, but what else was there to do?

Well, after a few long weeks filled with splinters, dirt, and bugs, which he would rather not remember, he was out of the ground.

He looked around. His father had done a good job, caring for his grave.

The son sat, and breathed in the fresh air, a welcome change to the damp, musty air under the soil. It felt so clean, so perfect, and so much better than anything he'd felt in a long time.

He regretted many past decisions, many mistakes. He vowed to do better this time around. He was given a second chance, and he planned to use it. So he left.

"But what of the father?" I hear you say.

Now, children. I believe the father did not know what he had truly done. It would be too much of a fright to see his dead son again, so the son didn't bother to find him before leaving.

The son traveled far and wide, searching for a better place, and a better version of himself. And... He found it. He settled down, befriended the locals, and vowed to tell the tales of those who came before him, and those who were yet to come.

Hm? What was that, child? How... Do I know all this?

The storyteller laughed

That's not something you need to know, children. Now is not the time.

Your father planted a tree and said, ‘As long as this tree is alive and healthy, so is my son.’ That was 200 years ago. Today, the tree still stands, defying time, but what of the son?