watershipsdown: “no homo” i say with a little sigh, looking at my withering crops. there hasn’t been any homo around these parts for years. the plants dont grow. the harvest doesnt come. the land is dying.

watershipsdown: “no homo” i say with a little sigh, looking at my withering crops. there hasn’t been any homo around these parts for years. the plants dont grow. the harvest doesnt come. the land is dying.

watershipsdown: “no homo” i say with a little sigh, looking at my withering crops. there hasn’t been any homo around these parts for years. the plants dont grow. the harvest doesnt come. the land is dying.

watershipsdown: “no homo” i say with a little sigh, looking at my withering crops. there hasn’t been any homo around these parts for years. the plants dont grow. the harvest doesnt come. the land is dying.

watershipsdown: “no homo” i say with a little sigh, looking at my withering crops. there hasn’t been any homo around these parts for years. the plants dont grow. the harvest doesnt come. the land is dying.

watershipsdown: “no homo” i say with a little sigh, looking at my withering crops. there hasn’t been any homo around these parts for years. the plants dont grow. the harvest doesnt come. the land is dying.

watershipsdown: “no homo” i say with a little sigh, looking at my withering crops. there hasn’t been any homo around these parts for years. the plants dont grow. the harvest doesnt come. the land is dying.

watershipsdown: “no homo” i say with a little sigh, looking at my withering crops. there hasn’t been any homo around these parts for years. the plants dont grow. the harvest doesnt come. the land is dying.

watershipsdown: “no homo” i say with a little sigh, looking at my withering crops. there hasn’t been any homo around these parts for years. the plants dont grow. the harvest doesnt come. the land is dying.

watershipsdown: “no homo” i say with a little sigh, looking at my withering crops. there hasn’t been any homo around these parts for years. the plants dont grow. the harvest doesnt come. the land is dying.

watershipsdown: “no homo” i say with a little sigh, looking at my withering crops. there hasn’t been any homo around these parts for years. the plants dont grow. the harvest doesnt come. the land is dying.

watershipsdown: “no homo” i say with a little sigh, looking at my withering crops. there hasn’t been any homo around these parts for years. the plants dont grow. the harvest doesnt come. the land is dying.

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Theblackship: Metalvinn: Mishasminions: I Still Laugh Whenever I See This I Died.

Fake Deep

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Fake Deep

Ellazia: 中邑フエコ

Molly-Hale: こたつ寝猫＠ついった

Nerdgasmz: Thelonelyginger: Megan, I Feel Like This Is You Summed Up In Such A Nice Post. Is She A Relative Of Ron White’s Or What

Caledscr4Tch: Darthshadow: Well Fuck You Too. In Case Anyone Is Wondering: Bulbasaur Is The First Pokemon In The National Pokedex. Mew Is Considered The Ancestor Of All Pokemon. Rhydon Was The First Pokemon Made. Arceus Is The God Of All Pokemon And

Samrgarrett: Prospitkind: Abede21: Allieelly: Thatalpacawiththetophats: Anotherhomestuck: Kanrkri: Ollivandur: I Thought That Said Homestuck Im So Done Oh My God Me Too I Read It As Homestuck 3 Times Im So Dome Frick I Did Too Are You Sure

Lolsofunny: Via Lolsofunny=)

Deduction019: Skeletree: Byname-Bynature: The Trap Rug If You Were Really Cruel, You Could Have Actual Steps Down To A Basement Like That, But Then Paint The Edges And Glue Down A Fringe So It Just Looks Like A Rug. ‘Til Someone Steps On It. This

Petitedino: Why Reblog One When You Can Have Them All

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