Agetman88 - My Dark Corner Of The Library.

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Jonathan Harker or whoever: Oh damn, I forgot my keys. I'm locked out.

Dracula: I can fix that.

Jonathan Harker or whoever: Oh right, since you've been invited in before, you can to use your vampire powers to enter and unlock it from the inside

Dracula, having already pulled a wolf out from under his cape somehow and thrown it like a javelin through the nearest window: wait what

Jonathan Harker or whoever: ...

Dracula: ...

Dracula: Yeah I guess that would have worked too

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A new special breed called "Parakeeterriers." The breed is especially known for its high pitched screech-like bark, bright colors, and grooming techniques. You'll never have to worry about giving these dogs a bath or taking them outside for walks!

What breed are these

i'd rather see 1000 graffiti penises than 1 product billboard. i'd live in dick city if it meant i could avoid advertisements in my daily life.

now 2 beanie baby dragons are crossing your dash together :3

this vine saved me

mixing some drinks to renew my gender reveal, whichever taste i find peace with will choose my path

were you perpetually and exclusively praised for what you could one day become, instead of what you were, leading you to a lifetime of feeling like you were not only never good enough, but that the best thing about you was a future that would never come, that constantly felt like it was slipping away? Did you become so afraid of closing doors, of losing that one good thing, that potential, that you stagnated at the crossroads until your life began to rot around you and the asphalt ground to gravel and the roads grew ever rougher, the doors closing one by one even as you tried in vain to keep them open, instead of choosing a path and committing to a direction for your own progress? Did you watch the best thing about you, the one thing you were praised for, slowly collapse in your arms as you tried desperately and hopelessly to save it, finding yourself kneeling in the ruins of your unexplored promise, looking for a way out, and wondering if there was no where else to go? no way forward? When someone tells you they're proud of you, that they love you for who you are, that what you are is good enough, do you cry? do you struggle to believe them? do you have to try your damnedest just to make yourself hear the words? Do you wonder if, one day, you'll learn to be happy with who you are?

parallel play (liking and reblogging your mutual's posts but not talking to them)