*SAD*

miss honey from Matilda i kinda need u bad and I respect your life philosophy too

hope is a skill

hope is a weapon you are trained to wield

8/27/2023

i suggest hope

trola lesbiana vos podés con eso. tranquila trola lesbiana. te necesitamos trola lesbiana

"Deadname" dejenselo a los gringos, en español tenemos la hermosa palabra "necronimo" y es un desperdicio que no la usen

but for this two-faced bitch there are twice as many stars as usual

<3 Be kind to your friends and to yourself <3

we are garlic clove. we carry the taste

The road by Cormac McCarthy if they were veggies

During the French Revolution, upper class men would typically wear knee-length breeches, called culottes. Working class men had to value practicality over fashion, so they wore full length pants, and thus the lower classes of France became known as sans-culottes. The term would later come to be associated with the proletariat cause.

slenderman en los bosques de palermo

A horse walks into a bar. The bartender says, "Hey, why the long face?"

The horse says, "I think I'm about to be homeless." The bartender, who now feels a little bad about the joke, says, "Oh, man, that sucks. What's going on?" The horse says, "It's the job market. It doesn't matter how good I am at SEO optimization. No one wants to hire a horse. The moment they look at my resumé and see the name 'Brushstroke', into the trash it goes." The bartender says, "Really? I had no idea." The horse says, "And I know what you're thinking. You're thinking why don't I just apply for horse jobs instead? Well, for the first few months I wouldn't. It was a matter of principle. I didn't become the first in my tailine to get a degree in computer science just to end up pulling a cart. But lately, I've given in. Because my saving's are running out, and my kids can tell that something's wrong. So now I'm doing interviews to let drunk tourists ride me, and the pay is peanuts, and you know what? I'm still not getting any offers! It's all going to younger horses!" The bartender says, "That must feel awful." The horse says, "You can't imagine! It's eating me up! People are trying to help, but they can't. They can only offer a couch for a few weeks or only a place for me, not for my family. It's like, every morning I have to come home to my husband and my two kids and tell them I'm not good enough to support them! I'm already having to juggle debt to handle his medical expenses, and then... then there's just the shame of it. I was sired for this! I was bred to do it! And I can't! I just can't pull it off!" The bartender says, "Wow. I don't know what to say." "I know," the horse says. "I just need to find a place that's stable."