I've Taken The Flesh Built From Adam's Rib And Made It My Own, And I Put My Fingers In His Wound And

god i love how pitbulls are like

Hey don’t cry….almost time to stab ceaser again ok?

Gaheris, Mordred and Lady of the Lake for the Arthurian asks :)

Gaheris: Do you have any regrets? What are they?

I regret letting other determine who I was.

Mordred: What is your greatest fear?

I am afraid of being alone, not in a physical sense but rather in a chronicly lonely sort of way.

Lady of the Lake: What is your most prized possession and why?

My most prized possession is my stuffed polar bear named Knut. (He's in my profile picture.) I've had him since I was about five years old and he was purchased with my own money.

Oh Laika, patron saint of one way trips, I hope our sun is a warm yellow ball to forever play with.

guys jesus is trending on twitter

jesus and the samaritan woman at the well

if you're transgender and need name ideas, may I direct you toward the nato alphabet because like. delta? november?? echo?? romeo is like the butchest name. please consider foxtrot. being named whiskey would be cool as hell. I know multiple transmascs who were a bit too into english lit and are named victor now. I've met people named sierra who were trans in every direction. maybe don't name yourself golf

Do you have a theory about why dogs with short legs are so chaotic?

All dogs are chaotic to at least some degree, it's just more shocking from the short ones because they bear an uncanny resemblance to plush toys. They look like teddy bears, but make no mistake, this is a wolf with social graces and the knowledge that you are VERY easily manipulated by Cuteness.

We picked you because we saw greatness,

We picked you because you were the best.

We picked you and you loved us,

And we loved you too.

We called you a name,

We made you home.

Between our game,

Between the unknown.

When we made you a new house,

We loved you.

When we knew it was a coffin,

We loved you.

When we kissed you nose goodbye,

We loved you.

When we sent you to the sky,

We loved you.

You were confused, most likely,

Scared, certainly.

And we loved you.

As the engine died,

As you were left alone in the dark,

No one you could recognize around,

In a space too small yet too vast.

Did you know that we loved you ?

Did it matter ?

You died like a star,

And we never saw you again,

We were the reason, I'm afraid.

At never again, my friend.

“We are here, and this is now.” Constable Visit, a strict believer in the Omnian religion, occasionally quoted that from their holy book. Vimes understood it to mean, in less exalted copper speak, that you have to do the job that is in front of you.

--Terry Pratchett, Night Watch

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oh just the usual

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