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(He lives too far up in the woods for any grocery delivery service to accept the order, so this is a big fucking deal) 18 hours ago
HERE’S THE THING, I hate asking for help and pretty much never do until I’m drowning, BUT IM ALWAYS SO RELIEVED WHE… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… 18 hours ago
RT @AWuornosFan: Let’s share creations of ours under this tweet. TL needs a cleanse. What’s something you’ve done or made & you’d like to… 19 hours ago
@AWuornosFan I painted a little ghost in this thrifted framed print + I wrote a book abt when my mom died, called “… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… 19 hours ago
Last night I dreamed that my "ex husband" trapped me in a room and set a velociraptor loose in it to try and kill m… twitter.com/i/web/status/1… 21 hours ago

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