I Love XHS Because I Can Follow A Belarusian Young Communist Who Likes Racecars And Scroll Down And See

Tumblr is different from other social media platforms because when you make up a guy to complain about they always appear, like spontaneous genesis.

There she was, with legs longer than the 20th century. Her blood-red silk dress, made by the raw goods, factories and logistics of a dozen countries, barely covered her unexpected curves. She lit a cigarette, shining with the dull red of a hundred revolutions.

Francis Fukuyama nearly fell from the chair he himself had made when he saw her coming in. He knew he should have locked that door. But he also knew she would come back. She would always be back. It was just a matter, like anything else on his profession, of time.

"History?" he asked, trying to sound academic, with a gasp almost escaping his throat when he smelled the smoke of ashes yet to settle.

"Oh, you recognized me, darling..." she smirked, as she walked towards him, her body flowing like a dialectical contradiction.

"I... I... thought we were done." Fukuyama stammered, sweat dripping from his forehead, his sociocultural paradigm failing faster than his composure.

"Oh, honey..." History purred with a voice husky from a thousand discourses... "We are done when I say we are done."

Sorry for not posting much I may have re-contracted scurvy

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The World of Ultimate Gaming

I WROTE A BOOK

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English translation here 👇

https://digitalcommons.unl.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1019&context=libraryscience

Teehee, I didn't eat enough sauerkraut again. I hate Celsius Clusius, stupid ass name.

Why did I not know about this when I was studying, Новая my ass, how could we just not know an archipelago in the 18th century

Nice throne idiot did your mommy carve a swathe of corpses to get it for you?

god this looks so good