Transformation masks made by the Kwakwaka’wakw people
thinking about the time I was in ballet and during a performance I was in a private dressing room and this other ballerina knocked on the door and asked to come in and hang out between acts and I was like sure and he sat down and he was like “anyway” before I even said something “what are your theories on bigfoot? I think he’s an interdimensional being,” then he explained why with such confidence that I believed him fully and then before I could add on he was like “oh that’s your cue” and I had to go do pique turns or whatever as if my life weren’t changed
One time when i was doing capstone performances i was chatting with a guy in another dance in between pieces and saying how last night there was a problem with our music and our lighting cues were off and he said, “oh i want to kill myself, for you” with a swiftness and casualness that haunts me to this day
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“Two-faced Memento Mori gold ring, late 17th-century [1125x577]
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Two-faced Memento Mori gold ring, late 17th-century [1125x577]
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Oh, woe is me! To be transformed, transmogrified, shapeshifted, bewitched, and bemoaned! To be naught but a gourd!
Happy Halloween! 🎃 My latest custom got finished just in time for the season! She’s made on a #hqg1c True Blue base, so she glows for a truly spooooky effect! 🦇 #ponygurucustom #mylittlepony #mlp #mylittleponycustom
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Remember, if I make a post that comes across as critical of a phenomenon in some manner, I’m personally attacking you and your interest in it, and whatever it is, it’s now illegal.
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I made a bunch of villagers from Animal Crossing by sheacrochet
Part 2 of the Scheepjes 2020 CAL almost done with the third part but figured I would show off my butterflies 🦋 by LevelFourteen
i pass the bechdel test every day by talking to my wife about all sorts of bullshit, much of which does not involve any kind of men at all and might in fact be solely about abstract concepts
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