Monarch butterfly on a golden rod flower the flower is clusters of yellow
got a nice picture of a monarch butterfly on a golden rod
Monarch butterfly on a golden rod flower the flower is clusters of yellow
got a nice picture of a monarch butterfly on a golden rod
I've already devised a bespoke system to deal with that
is it too late to be a tavern keeper
My squire is lowkey steadfast
Please make it known to the pigeons: we wish to form an alliance.
My compass is proving useless in the spiral staircase of the sorcerer's tower, - one of his powerful enchantments no doubt
(Gesturing to spire) you gonna slay that orrr
Huge day for people who have been frozen in a big block of ice all winter
A watercolor painting of the DragonQuest slime smiling in the ferny sun-dappled undergrowth of a forest, a pair of dragonflies buzzing overhead
lurking hard or hardly lurking?
ok i'll bite: what is a hand that feeds?
id be the iced out ghost w the chains of gold
Saturday is all about drinking your little coffee and playing it by ear
I tried reducing my dog's polygon count to improve loading times but I accidentally rendered him as an infinitesimal one-dimensional point in spacetime and now I can't remember where I left him
Neil armstrong was the first man who had to walk on the moon
Time to find out if I'm dishwasher safe
improving morale by ordering a round of sprite de corps
Non primary colours were created by the government to confuse and disorient you, donβt fall into this trap
Google Maps image of βChuckle Head Conservation Areaβ in Tasmania
I found where theyβre conserving you
Bro is holding these truths to be self evident π€£
We were supposed to ambush the yeomanry in the orchard but we ate too many apples and fell asleep in the shade
How do people expect anyone to solve riddles, with their distracting rhymes and delicate metaphors?
I have developed the world's first hover car, after months of tireless effort
Blue guys painting
Unbothered. Moisturized. Happy. In My Lane. Focused. Flourishing
it's the men, general. their faith erodes as if abraded by a thousand poison tides, each bearing a more seditious whisper than the last; it's.. it's the apple, sir. you've been in your tent for days, boiling that same apple over and over. we hear you singing to it, calling it your 'Steaming Samuel',
sleepy biscuits
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Iβm doing a thankless job rn
can i test some spells on u
I'm so sorry for your loss. My thoughts are with you, my friendπ«