world and flying the
nest that some call home.
its really hard being a Hindu, because i wanna taste beef but i can’t because of religion. damn.
mY SKIN IS WHITE???
I’M NOT INDIAN???? I’VE NOT BEEN A HINDU FOR 16 YEARS BECAUSE MY PARENTS ARE ALSO HINDUS??
cAN I FINALLY STOP WORSHIPPING COWS?!?!?!!
i cant wait to get a boyfriend, im all prepared. i punched some holes in the lid of this jar and i put some grass and a twig in it
Please add a small rock, we like to sun on them when it’s bright out
You’re also gonna want to put a soda bottle cap full of water in there. I learned this the hard way when I was 8 or so.
A Hannibal fanfiction.
"I don’t know who you are exactly, but you have a strange influence over him, Miss Grentz. I suggest you watch your step. Whoever controls God controls death."
Newly relocated to Baltimore, Maryland, Michelle is starting to think she may be in over her head, but the slow translation of her father’s journals holds answers a past she never even thought to question.
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