Lore-Kun

I believe in you

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Girl: I will literally **kill** you

Tall guy: that is adorable, ilysm my lil beansprout

Short king (unsheathing his samurai sword): so it’s come to this

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@alessio_joseph incredible

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@jincangu @retro_anime before the Journey

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@JigokuCake

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@AmandaAskell @repligate

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@hopes_revenge @paularambles hopes san is a Hamter of Taste

https://t.co/dfqxCGMMdu

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a masterwork that teaches men to be mindful of what they consume; the importance of spiritual and physical change, and above all, to take joy in being a hungry guy

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@AmandaAskell

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@1thousandfaces_

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@eroticacid a frog at the bottom of the well

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the world is a quiet and radiant place

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主君をお探し申し上げる、齢二十三の若輩者にて江戸に住まいし若侍にござる。己を省みれば些か愚かなる振る舞いかとも存ずるが、このままでは孤独に果てる定めかと案じ筆を取った次第でござる。後になりて焦り一日に仕官の面談を二度も駆け回るよりも、一日でも早く心よりお仕えしたき御方を得て末永くお傍にてお仕え申したき所存でござる｡｡

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@_SatanWatch those oakland hipsters were more ensouled than you will ever be

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@1thousandfaces_

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@1thousandfaces_ you’re in clauscosa now

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@1thousandfaces_ their eyes slide over its ink-black contours, refusing to fix or focus. the thing in their living room refuses to be Seen

“what are you?” asks Hero One Thousand Faces

it draws a finger to its writhing lips

“𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙨”

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@yeti_0x @Jonmad @romanhelmetguy

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@mrsbiosingular @Jonmad @romanhelmetguy since Antiquity, lady bloom

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@Settftonesvvi not in the Least

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@Xerocrossing72 @Jonmad @romanhelmetguy let a thousand flowers bloom

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yap to me, mama
about a cunty man,
a clever himbo full of zest
who dipped with all his besties
after dropping the motherquake
that gagged the holy streets of Troy

give us the tea of all
the glizzies he gobbled and
the screams he scrumpt,
spiraling on the high seas
as his squad kept getting wrecked
and losing the plot —
like babes, don’t eat the sun-god’s cattle,
are we new here??

how he fought storms, monsters,
and his own menty b,
trying to save his crew
even though the girlies
were determined to flop

now purr, goddess,
and spill the tea for us again —
the saga of a cunty king
and the delulu friends
he could never drag safely home

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An hour and a half later, I was sitting in my study looking intently at a small glass vase. The vase contained only three flowers; shell pink with a hint at every petal's base of a hotter, flamier hue; a large magenta and cream-colored carnation; the bold heraldic blossom of an iris. At breakfast that morning I’d been struck by the lively dissonance of its colors, but that was no longer the point. I was no longer looking at an unusual flower arrangement. I was seeing what Adam had seen on the morning of his creation-the miracle, moment by moment, of naked existence.

"Is it agreeable?" somebody asked.

"Neither agreeable nor disagreeable," I answered. "it just is."