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on a dark & stormy night, there was a creature . & you’re never going to beleive what it did next
it creached
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Both Disney’s Beauty and the Beast and Shirley Jackson’s We Have Always Lived in the Castle start with the main character walking through the village carrying books while the villagers sing a jeering song about her. Both works end with the main character living in the castle with the one she most loves after a mob of villagers invaded the place. In this essay, I will…
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cannot get over this comment on a chess tournament video
Went on a lil hike
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happy daylight savings to those who observe
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november 1 mood
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can i come over and do this
Sometimes I think about how my mom insisted I wear a cami under all of my tops and dresses for modesty as a teen but was 100% fine with me rolling up to my church’s “All Saints Day” biblical costume party dressed as Eve in a flesh toned top and leggings with strategically placed vines and a toy snake wound around me.
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awesome. we have a beetle problem
I got rid of em for ya
missed one. rookie mistake honestly
Fact: The earliest reliably dated use of the phrase “fucked up” appears in the court records of a US Navy court-martial case from 1863; the way the phrase is used suggests that its meaning was already well known at the time, but this is the first known printed record of it that we can confidently put a date to.
Additional fact: Bram Stoker’s Dracula is set in 1897.
Conclusion: It would not anachronistic for your Dracula fanfic to have a character describe the Count as a fucked up old man.
official linguistics post
This is why we don’t have Quincey’s diary
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When I walk into the mall and see Christmas decorations up the day after Halloween, I feel the same way Hamlet did when his mom married his annoying uncle so shortly after his father’s death.
Thrift, thrift, Horatio! the Halloween Mars Bars/Did coldly furnish forth the Christmas stockings
When you see Mothman hanging out near a bridge, WATCH OUT!
Lord, grant me the strength to throw away this box that i'll never use, the courage to throw away this box that i'll never use, and the wisdom to throw away this box that i'll never use
Sometimes when I start to put on a maxi dress for a little afternoon stroll, I remember that you never hear about the ghost of a young woman walking along the side of the road wearing cargo pants.
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Edgar Allan Poe uses live burial, the death of a beautiful young woman, and narrators haunted by some guilt or loss to the point of madness the way that Taco Bell uses ground beef, refried beans, and cheese. This isn't exactly a diss, but he really does squeeze an impressive number of crowd-pleasing combinations out of the same few ingredients.