The only thing seperating lovecraft enthusiasts and hentai addicts is the blurry line between fear and arousal.
I endeavor to abolish this line completely, leading us to a new age.

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The only thing seperating lovecraft enthusiasts and hentai addicts is the blurry line between fear and arousal.
I endeavor to abolish this line completely, leading us to a new age.
kissing through a knights helm and sucking the strap are ontologically quite similar, in that you CAN really feel it, as long as you are Pure Of Heart
The friends that are chronically 30 minutes late are so important to have because they teach u patience and the meaning of loving someone so much u let ur anger go. I have not mastered either yet but I’m sure it’s coming
propaganda a lot of y’all should fall for:
whispering “thanku” to your tea or coffee before the first sip.
telling your friends you love them when they least expect it. especially then.
googling “what kind of flower blooms twice” at 3 a.m. to feel hopeful again
deleting apps every two weeks and calling it a spiritual reset.
naming your plants like they’re ur friends. apologizing when you forget to water them.
believing ur younger self would still think you’re cool. even on your worst days.
using perfume before bed. for no one. for you.
making eye contact with yourself in the mirror when you cry. giving the pain an audience.
taking selfies when you feel awful. proof you existed even when the light wasn’t flattering :-)
The class war is staggeringly rigged against the working class. The majority of households are living under extreme economic trauma.
End the trauma. Abolish Republicans.
does the 69 button have a name or are we all calling it the 69 button.
this guy.
propaganda i am not falling for:
always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.
beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines
pretending to be chill. i’m not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact
beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art
sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity
treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins
i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever
people in books and tv shows are always getting so upset they throw an untouched meal in the trash. that would never be me. i'd receive the worst news of my life and still be like Let me put this in the fridge.
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