Everything Is Either A River Or A Lake. Cars Are Lakes Trains Are Rivers. Love Is A Lake Happiness Is

you did not kudos? you left the fic without a reblog? oh! oh! jail for reader! jail for reader for One Thousand Years!

hey. don’t cry. crush three cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in pasta of your choice ok?

post-post clarity when you're looking at your post on the dash like who gives a fuck. delete

at&t (telecommunication)

t&t (trans friendship)

tvst (trans enemies)

t4t (romantic)

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This baby remained under the rubble for six hours. Read it again. By some miracle, he survived and he was rescued. But his mother who was holding him didn't. He looks like he's in shock, you can see tears coming out of his eyes but no expression or any sound to indicate his pain.

We are not numbers. Make an effort to end this.

I had the most terminally online dream last night.

In my dream, I was explaining to my mom what shipping is, and the example I decided to use was "like, some people think Goncharov should be together with Andrey instead of Katya."

Yes. Some people indeed think so about Goncharov. The titular character of the 1973 mafia epic. You know, the film that's beloved by generations of fans and that my mom would certainly have seen. Yes yes.

please send help