seen from Ukraine
seen from Australia
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Azerbaijan
seen from Canada
seen from Armenia
seen from Japan
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from Russia
seen from China
seen from TĂźrkiye
seen from Malaysia
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Pakistan
seen from United States
seen from Maldives
seen from United Kingdom
Imagine hating on me and I'm just in my room like this:
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
i made this video as an inside joke w my dutch friend but i think the sharpie animation actually turned out pretty cool so im sharing hehe
To respond to some allegations Iâve heard,
I did not in fact steal Jonathanâs clothes because I somehow messed them up while doing the laundry. The absence of his suits is purely so that he cannot leave the castle without looking completely undignified.
And that shirt was stained pink before he even came here. Honestly. The fact that one of my red ties is now slightly less red is a complete coincidence and should not be considered.
heyyy im new to studyblr & dark academia stuff & research & littumblr so like. H. how do u do this. uhhh basically i post general dark academia shit, study tips, literature shitposts, history stuff, art history, n art shit............... idk what m doin
Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? Iâll have you know I survived the bombing of Dresden, and Iâve earned and lost millions on the Earth's stock market, and I have read every novel by Kilgore Trout. I am trained in finding hiddden spoons and Iâm the top optometrist in the entire Illium, New York. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen, is being seen, or will be seen, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my local radio station and telling how I was abducted right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. Youâre fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and thatâs just with a Derringer. Not only have I heard extensively about torture devices, but I have the sympathy of Trafamaldorians and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little âcleverâ comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldnât, you didnât, and now youâre paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. So it goes, kiddo.
Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
Free to watch ⢠No registration required ⢠HD streaming
âhe has his madmen to play withâ sir that is MY JOB DESCRIPTION
âbut the young ladies! he has no wife nor daughterâ OKAY WE GET IT
friend, romans, countrymen: dr abraham van helsing md dph dlit etc etc aka dr âbitchlessâ-jokes-at-my-expense
*click, mechanical whirr*
Never really thought there was more to life than books.
There isn't.
But the bit there is is beautiful. And that was one of your chief lessons to me, Quincey P. Morris.
I record this â
*choking cough*
I record this with one primary purpose: and that is to celebrate your times, your life and your death. Congratulations on your death, Quincey. Congratulations on a death that has no doubt done you proud.
You died for something â for a woman's peace and a world's deliverance. That is decency, that is gallantry, that is you, friend.
When I think of your final moments, my mind never jumps to blood or snow or the madness that brought us there. No, I think of that grin, faint as it was, as death himself shook your hand and you looked him in the eye and called him "partner." You never hesitated; there was no philosophy to it. All you had was that dreadful clarity of purpose that both stung and made me admire you all the more. You died with the face a man packing up to go back to hearth and home.
And yet for the rest of us, the sun burns colder. The air is more oppressive.
You once told me that a man ought to live so that the world is smaller for his absence.
Well, it is.
*pause*
What am I now? I am lost, lost, lost. And you are not there to find me. You will never be there to find me, friend.
*click*
Sitting in a tomb with Van Helsing. He hands me a candle and a saw.
Me: âProfessor, what are we doing?â
Him: smiles with fatherly benevolence âOpening the coffin of your dead beloved. Is that a problem?â
Me:
Me:
