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# Statistics
Favourites: 10; Deviations: 11; Watchers: 7
Watching: 43; Pageviews: 3153; Comments Made: 252; Friends: 43
# Comments
Comments: 58
Plumpaste In reply to cupcake1723 [2014-08-02 18:57:51 +0000 UTC]
You remembered!
Ohthankyousomuchyoubigcutieyoudon'tevenknowhowmuchI'mfeelsrn-
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Midaruchi [2014-06-09 03:31:37 +0000 UTC]
Thank you for the llama and the watch~
I appreciate it!
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Plumpaste In reply to Midaruchi [2014-06-09 03:33:38 +0000 UTC]
My pleasure! Thank you for the llama as well! Β
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Plumpaste In reply to solalislis3smuel [2014-04-06 00:16:48 +0000 UTC]
You are most welcome! β€
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Plumpaste In reply to Eddrogymau5 [2014-01-12 00:20:49 +0000 UTC]
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer,
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die, to sleepβ
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely,
The pangs of despised Love, the Lawβs delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would Fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
No Traveler returns, Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their Currents turn awry,
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia? Nymph, in thy Orisons
Bee all my sins remembered
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Plumpaste In reply to twoeliz [2013-11-03 18:26:02 +0000 UTC]
I'm a bit strange. (βΟβ )
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Plumpaste In reply to twoeliz [2013-11-03 18:53:59 +0000 UTC]
Swiggity swag, isn't that fab.
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Plumpaste In reply to twoeliz [2013-11-03 18:41:09 +0000 UTC]
Swiggity swag, that's fab.
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Plumpaste In reply to twoeliz [2013-11-03 18:59:40 +0000 UTC]
(Ξ¦ΟΞ¦)...
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This makes for good conversation.
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Plumpaste In reply to twoeliz [2013-11-03 19:09:38 +0000 UTC]
why can't people accept me. (Ξ¦ΟΞ¦)
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Plumpaste In reply to twoeliz [2013-11-03 19:12:01 +0000 UTC]
(´°Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯ΟΒ°Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯ο½)
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twoeliz In reply to Plumpaste [2013-11-03 19:15:52 +0000 UTC]
(´°Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯ΟΒ°Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯Μ₯ο½)<---what you see there?
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Plumpaste In reply to twoeliz [2013-11-03 23:00:58 +0000 UTC]
There goes my maths skills.
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Plumpaste In reply to twoeliz [2013-11-03 23:04:31 +0000 UTC]
To me, the word "lol" looks like a man putting his hands up.
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twoeliz In reply to Plumpaste [2013-11-03 23:07:58 +0000 UTC]
I thought I was the only one! Β .o.
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