"MIn a cemetery once, an old one in New England, I found a strangely soothing epitaph.editations on nature, life, and spirituality by beloved Unitarian Universalist minister Victoria Safford.
BBO. Sweaty feet. Rank. Like he ran a marathon in those shoes and never took them offCut the second he’s 10 feet from the vat you can smell him.
Tocky. Smug. Chin up like he already won.
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TДurn this photo of mydog into a doodle-style character that looks intentionally ugly and funny, similar to a child's crayon drawing. Use a rough black outline like crayon or pencil, with messy scribble coloring.удка, Ду, Дудоля. Сын мой. И рисунки чата гпт. Промт:
LIike guys. Be so frP just posted my first fic and less than an hour later my dad and sister got into a motorcycle accident
SA!!! the ao3 curse is real. It’s official.
She only knew 3 men were possible choices and decided to make a science fair project out of it to know the truth. Of course they never made contact with Luke all these years because they didn’t know who April’s father was!