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SatSep 5th
“Deltitnu”
Well, well, gentleman friend, if it isn’t our old and trusted companions Ebenezer the wicked walrus and his sweetheart the Duchess of York.
O! My! Wutwut, they awed-ly/oddly wonder, is this, they ask in synchronizated questionization QUITE MANIC (or almost, 1 might say, EYEFLASHY; or almost, won might say, DEVASTATINGLY SAD, almost, one might say, )
No seething? No smyway?
O No! O No!
TueAug 25th
Donuts
- Me: I miss you so much
- You:
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SatAug 22nd
57.
“The end? No, there is no end.”
FriAug 21st
56. 52. Oh, oh. Your singing, your singing strikes at the very heart of my heart.
— E. (via seethingsmyway) (via nelledunlap)
ThuAug 20th
55.
He had never heard another person say such a thing. He was stunned.
WedAug 19th
54.
TueAug 18th
53.
Harold collapsed again. This time, however, there was no one to see, no one to help.
MonAug 17th
52. Oh, oh. Your singing, your singing strikes at the very heart of my heart.
— E.
SunAug 16th
51.
“There is an end to this. There is an end to all things.”
FriAug 14th
50. Mary L. Thomson’s drawings have a certain awkwardness to their proportions but there is a charm to the wide-eyed faces.
