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3D printing is being used to print organs, prosthetic limbs, and this

does anyone know if we have Being Afraid tomorrow

I have this saved as you KNOW he would.png

I mean, fuck, I like bed. I like sleep. I like cozy blankies I like napping, I like to eep. I like Z catching and wink catching and counting sheep. I like doing beddie bye shit. Snooze it? Honk mimi

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Your fifth most recent emoji is what your soulmate thinks about you

bad news uhhhh. pineapples. umm they MIGHT be like. in my head idk. ummm and worse news i kinda have nobody. errr cuase i'm like brain dead.

accidentally threw away a pen instead of putting it in my pen graveyard

how could you add these groundbreaking lines to this and then leave them in the tags

Have you heard of the red string of fate?

There is this idea that the string, it connects you to your destined lover. Your soulmate. I find it hard to believe. Nor do I wish to believe it. I much prefer my hands. They hold on to people I want in my life, refusing to let go.

They grab my mother's shirt so I don't get lost in a crowd. They fit easily into my friend's hand, slick with sweat and intertwining with her fingers. They reach for my sister, dwarfing her little palm in their own. They hold onto the balcony railing as I watch people pass by, they carry fragile flowers in their palms with utmost care, they push aside the curtains in my home to let sunlight in, they hold books and crinkle the pages as I read an embarrassing scene, they cradle the faces of people I love. I could go on and on.

I think, what I mean to say is, I put much more trust in the strength of my desperate hands than in a string that may break if I tug at it too hard.

Loving things too much should not be a curse, after all.

the world is ending but not fast enough to meet my deadlines