Fallen but happy

Being a good person is a choice. Don’t let people fool you into believing that truly good people never have bad thoughts, are never tempted by the easier path, by the low road, never mess up or act out selfishly. Never believe a person can be good without making a conscious effort.

Every single time you do something good, you’ve made a decision to make the world a little brighter.

Goodness is not an inherent trait, it is a choice. Keep making it! I see you, I’m proud of you, and I’m rooting for you!

https://www.tumblr.com/nando161mando/744869438995709952/vampireapologist-being-a-good-person-is-a?source=share

Sorry honey, the mechanoids stay on during sex

One day I should make a rogue in an RPG and their leather armor is an actual BDSM outfit

Weapon of choice is whip

it is not widely known but foxes have telekinetic powers and use them to hunt mice

This is mine:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6CCYX2glIk

Tag yourselves I'm (> O w O)>

A rare photo of the City Council discussing important matters like the legalization of pens and pencils

Shout out to the one federal deputy sleeping on the bottom right.

Weird dreams are made of me
Why am I dreaming of this
I travel the world my brain set for me
Everybody is dreaming of something
Some of them want to eat you
Some of them want chase after you
Some of them want to kill you
Some of them want a cheese from yoooooou

*agressive synthwave*

I dreamed so many things. There were endangered marsupials being displayed in public event.
There was me challenging a priest for a pokemon battle because he was persecuting my friend.
There was were two girls doodling art on the street, who I befriended
There were three mages on the vacant lot near my house, one was a regular girl, one was Nino from Castelo Rá Tim Bum, and one was a HP stan that I told to leave my street
There were intelligent bears roaming around, one of them was carrying a cat on its mouth like cats do with their cubs
There was something weird going on in the first floor of my house, people were being turned into abominations and I locked them in the basement, but it was only a matter of time before they broke free, and I ran to the balcony and saw weird people in white hazard suits carrying plates full of raw meat, and the birds were flying in slow motion

Normal tuesday in my dreamscape tbh

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