Mlp With Snails I Call That The Grand Snalloping Snala

but when i die

let mine eyes not take a last look

at your beautiful wings

those rosèd locks of hair

all of your- pretty little things

that i could only dream of

and when i fall to the ground

let it not be caused by thy wings

the wings that saved, and picked me up

the ground so sweetly whispering me forth

the wind that caught me, and pulled me up

for lilies in the grass call my name.

would u still love me if i metamorphosed into a giant dung beetle overnight

The Reapers Song by HybridDH

Art by ghost_entity

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In shadows deep, she walks alone,

A quiet girl with none to own,

A scythe she holds, both sharp and grand,

But gentle is her guiding hand.

Not one for words, she lets things be,

Her eyes speak more than we can see.

No need for crowds, nor praise to claim,

The unknown world is hers to tame.

Beneath the hood, her hair does fall,

She listens close to death’s own call,

Not shy, not fearful of her role,

She guards the passage of the soul.

She steps with grace, her robe so long,

But there’s a sweetness in her song,

The quiet hum that none can hear,

But comforts those who wait in fear.

She doesn’t boast, she doesn’t cry,

She simply lets the moments fly.

Her touch, though cold, is soft and kind,

She brings peace to the troubled mind.

The scythe she wields might seem so grim,

But she’s the one who helps them swim

Through waters dark and shores unknown,

Guiding the lost ones safely home.

And though her job may seem so bleak,

Her heart’s a place where love does speak.

In every soul she helps to go,

She plants a seed for hope to grow.

She loves the quiet, loves the night,

Not one for fame or spotlight bright,

Her cloak’s a comfort, like a friend,

A hidden place until the end.

For in her silence, she has found

A way to help without a sound.

She smiles a smile no one can see,

But in her soul, she’s truly free.

She watches life, she watches death,

Yet feels no sadness, no regret,

For in the end, she knows the truth—

There’s beauty even in lost youth.

So off she goes, with steps so light,

A reaper girl within the night,

Her heart aglow with love so pure,

For every soul, she finds the cure.

In every end, there’s a new start,

A gentle hand, a loving heart,

For though she’s grim, she’s never cold,

She brings new stories to unfold.

me researching french so I can write my harrykim fanfiction accurately

a spit take isnt enough i need some pearls to clutch

Definitely one of the funniest feature discord has added.

WARNING! ANNOYING BITCH HAS BREACHED THE PERIMETER!!!

DO YOU WISH TO EVACUATE?

When I die, bury me not on the rocky road

  For my lifeless body will be fed to crows

  Each bit of skin eaten slowly, day by day

  Until all but my bones have been unclothed.

When I die, bury me not on the mountain high

  For the finest land will be at my view

  The land of which my ancestors grew

  And I am not worthy of such a beautiful sky.

When I die, bury me not where the sand meets the water

  Where the green grass ceases to grow

  For the waves will have me pecked and slaughtered

  Until the God above takes away the watery rows.

When I die, bury me not in the trees of sage

  As branches reach over my ribcage

  Growing vines of spiked long mirth

  And nature takes me into its Earth.

you like fox news? yeah, alright. but do they have wordle? strands? connections? you don't even have fucking SUDOKU so i don't want to hear it

it’s not really a kraken game if john and edzo haven’t had at least one ridiculous side conversation in the first 5 minutes lmfao

soup....shooup...schooup...soUP. SOUP.,.! soup. god i lvoe soup. man i just. dSoup. people ask me how im aroace. its cause soup exists you fucking idiot.s. youre out here being allo wasting your.e time while u could be eating soup. GOD i LOVE SOUP. man its just. so good. schhcocoleloep. slurp. soup. man i jt. how could you not love soup i dont understand