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I understand the sentiment, but when you write RIP in a sentence please be careful with your presentation, cause I just saw someone sincerely post "Let her RIP 😔" and I immediately pictured them Beyblading their grandma into the fucking stratosphere.
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Let's play chess ♟️
ONLYFANS ❤︎ FANSLY
let's
* let’s go away somewhere together let’s go out - astray;
let’s go where moon and stars alight above a placid bay;
let’s - to a place of endless night or a forever day;
where trees and grass by fate amass to line the meadowed way.
let’s romp & let’s grow old together; stay endlessly young;
let’s vow foregoing open roads for paths none tread upon;
let’s to the wind unfurl our fates with passion none deny;
let’s all these things, initiate -
…right after I say “hi!” * 7/14 - lebuc - let’s
let's all just kiss
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I will fight your ceaseless war. In this way I shall be punished. Shamura stands with grim resolve. A shadow appears before them, a Crown upon its head, eyes glowing red. Followers die, devotion surges into them, and they are massive. Boundless. Everything they are, perfected. Well, not quite — even now their head aches — but as close as they possibly can be now. They are not wise anymore. Perhaps they never were. But the fury of war has never left them. At least they have that, here, at the end. It happens as it always does. The shadow rushes to meet them as they charge forward. They land two blows and receive four for their troubles. Two daggers punch through their exoskeleton. The burning pain is familiar, as anticipated as the steps of a dance. I will fight your ceaseless war. In this way I shall be punished.
Let’s Talk To Ghosts or My first Ouija Board by Steven Rhodes
