"Well i see myself being older"

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My favorite photo of Dublin. by Peter Neil

That is glorious

did not recognise this as dublin. alright school, i can spot you a mile off

well ill be damned

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No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart.

Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs?

Yes

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Oh god it hurts why would you ever

The meteor was coming.

Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.

“Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.

“Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.

“Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.

“Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.

“Oh.”

She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested.

“Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?”

“Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.” 

“How do we play?”

One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.

“Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.

“Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…”

She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.

Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.

what is wrong with you

WOW THANKS FOR SHITTING ALL OVER MY HEART

IM CRYING TEARS OF ACID THANKS

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when i was a freshman in high school for the senior prank they took all the desks/chairs out of the school and shaped huge penis on the soccer field with them. 

U THINK IM JOKING

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So if you haven’t yet, because we are friends (if we aren’t we could/should be) you should check out my new video and listen to some of the weird things I’ve seen while driving including man vigorously sucking a banana and a woman destroying a car with a bat. If you enjoy maybe my channel will serve you well www.youtube.com/user/faceofblair

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