The grind NEVER starts. I am sleeping.
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Janaina Medeiros
we're not kids anymore.
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The grind NEVER starts. I am sleeping.
Butch Manifestations
By Julian Norman
when i was at walgreens (at 3 in the morning which explains all of this) the cashier was talking to her coworker about how shed rather be a werewolf than a vampire because vampires are condemned to hell but werewolves arent and then she asked me what i thought and i said vampire because im already condemned to hell and she said in the nicest tone of voice “i dont think anybody is condemned to hell….” paused, stared at me for a few moments, and added on “…not even gay people”
Happy pride month to the filthiest most brutal read I’ve ever been given in my life
i bet it feels good as fuck to be in a band and hear gay rumors about you and the guy youre secretly having sex with
Happy pride month to him
I don't give an amazing digital fuck
before pride month ends does anyone wanna admit they have a crush on me
posting this on the first day of june so you all have plenty of time to gather your nerves and whatnot
how it feels to decline when the self-checkout kiosk asks to round up fourteen cents to support homeless veterans
There's something so deeply profound about Suzume's ideas about how people love the land, and how in return the land loves its people. That the separation of people from the places they love is a trauma so deep, not just in the people but in the land itself, these lonely places that are abandoned, that it ripples and builds and breaks the world again.
That you heal that wound by remembering how people loved that place, and then let it go. You remember the love and happiness. And then you return it to the gods. That you grieve the land like you grieve a person- you have to remember it, love it, before you can really heal from its loss.
me when i get pulled over and the cop hasnt even begun talking yet
12 year old girls in the early 2000s watching the accidental kiss in episode 3 of naruto