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a fading echo of society

a fading echo of society

a fading echo of society

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Opossummypossum: Stopgivingthemthings:  All I Want For Christmas Is: Dark Grey Eye

Writing-Prompt-S: Every Human Is Inversely Connected To Another. If One Person Makes A Choice, The Other Person Has To Make The Exact Opposite Choice. Who Can Make The First Move Depends On The Day.

Writing-Prompt-S:  Every Human Is Inversely Connected To Another. If One Person Makes

Whitewingdoves: Me After Not Getting Attention For Like. A Second: Oh…. I See ..I’m Jus Small Potatoes…………

Whitewingdoves: Me After Not Getting Attention For Like. A Second: Oh…. I See ..I’m

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Mrs. Mia Wallace

Darkvioletcloud: A Handy Guide On Rick Identification (This Was A Lot Funnier In My Head)

Darkvioletcloud: A Handy Guide On Rick Identification (This Was A Lot Funnier In

Straightallies: You Ever See Someone With A Really Embarrassing Blog And You’re Like “Well Whatever Most People Act Cringy When They Are 15” But Then You Look At Their Description And They Are 36

Straightallies: You Ever See Someone With A Really Embarrassing Blog And You’re

Free-Ricksanchez: Therickestrickaround:well Idk Man, You Tell Me. It’s Real. Even The Man Himself Doesn’t Know.(Source)

Free-Ricksanchez:  Therickestrickaround:well Idk Man, You Tell Me. It’s Real. Even

Xeppeli: Thanks Asshole

Xeppeli:  Thanks Asshole

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Bypassedthecompressor: I Made A College Vine Compilation B/C Suffering™️ (Warning For Loud Noise In Some Of Them)

Bypassedthecompressor: I Made A College Vine Compilation B/C Suffering™️ (Warning

Shoutout To My Ex Christina For Being A Complete And Utter Asshole

Shoutout To My Ex Christina For Being A Complete And Utter Asshole

The-Blackdiaries: And Then You Find Yourself Smoking Cigarettes, Still In Bed, Till Noon, Then Slouching Downstairs To Fry Eggs From Groceries From Weeks Ago, Then Eating Off The Pan With No Bread. There’s No Sense For Thought Nor Fantasy. The Air

The-Blackdiaries:    And Then You Find Yourself Smoking Cigarettes, Still In Bed,

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