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Spirits

Death, it is thought to be our final page in the story of life, it is our endless rest of great peace.Despite this we still weave tales of ghosts and ghouls to haunt the night. Fear it is the most common factor in monsters but the tides shift for spirits,as not fear but hope lies in their core ,and yet they still frighten us, but hope remains, a hope ever child and adult , hope every human holds that maybe death isn't final. This stands a testament not to humanities misplaced optimism no, its to our will to keep going. That no matter the despair, or how dire the situation, our greatest strength will always be our drive. Our will to keep going, our determination to never stop trying.

How To Wash Your Binder!

Hey everyone, just wanted to make this is show y’all how I wash my binder and as a reminder to wash your binder!

So first off, I like to wash my binders every third day (unless it was really hot that day or if I spilled something on it, then I wash it that day)

So first I fill the sink up with warm water and put my binders in the water. Then I like to let them just soak in the water for a few minutes!

So next I use a Landry cleaner and softener

I keep them in small tubs cause I don’t need the whole bottle.

Now I leave them to soak for a couple minutes

Now I’m using dove body wash to make it smell nice and feel a lot softer

Now I let that soak for a moment

After I scrub them I drain the warm water

And then rinse them off with cold water

If any of your water turns a weird color do not worry! It’s not because it dirty, it’s just the dye!

Then I squeeze them out the best I can by hand and then I leave them to hang like this for the night!

Hope this was helpful!?

Xenokitty

Was talking to a friend about drinking beer

"Yeah they suck, but after a couple I don't mind the taste"

"Yeah"

Then I responded "just like men..."

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Ok heres my story idea, a blind person falls in love with medusa, they think she is a beatiful sculptor, who just happens to have snakes for hair, medusa doesnt think she need them but soon also falls in love with the first person she isnt able to turn into stone.

Jesus christ, I wish to just one day be this pinnacle of wit, horniness, and sacrilege.