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nobody works harder at anything than my spotify shuffle works at trying to get me to kill myself
theyre turning me into the damn joker
im fumbling left and right meanwhile... every time i talk to a poly girl i think surely youve run out of bitches. surely youve fucked every neopronoun this side of this mississipi. but she pulls another one out of a hat like some sort of sickening magic trick designed to pull me back into the clutches of Big Lesbian
Clutches of big lesbian 🤤
what the fuck are my mutuals doing
Settlers of catan
im fumbling left and right meanwhile... every time i talk to a poly girl i think surely youve run out of bitches. surely youve fucked every neopronoun this side of this mississipi. but she pulls another one out of a hat like some sort of sickening magic trick designed to pull me back into the clutches of Big Lesbian
If there's sexual abuse subtext no there isn't, if there's allusion to sexual abuse you're ruining it for everyone else by talking about it, if there's a metaphor for sexual abuse you're reading too far into it and it's actually a metaphor for anything more palatable, and if there's on-screen sexual abuse? Well that's exploitative torture porn, of course.
primordial gotta be one of the worst darknesses for fucking real
person who genuinely hates themselves so much they can barely look anyone in the eye: i must remain humble lest my hideous ego spiral out of control
must have some pretty great picks after being in there for 55 years
i’m on onion rings right now
get me my keys NOW
me and this random couple are going to see sinners this friday
Everyone wish me luck on my date today I’m so nervous what if they don’t like me…
"insert swab one inch" i dont have a ruler built into my asshole KKKaiSS€r P€rman€nt€ youre getting more or less and youre gonna like it
maybe this is the 9:30pm and melatonin gummies talking but im fascinated by/curious about how people explain and frame their lives... at risk of sounding cringe but i feel a lot of the time like my whole life is happening at once, like a single instant stacked on top of itself... like in my brain my life is happening in the prophetic perfect tense... sometimes get the idea that im dead or dying and im explaining my life to someone its very strange.. my relationship to time feels super fucked up but i think thats normal... i think thats natural to an extent that time slows down when youre overwhelmed and speeds up when you're bored but it feels incredibly potent to me, like way more than ive heard anyone else express... werner herzog mentioned this idea of adequate images and im not sure i understand but among the most potent images in my brain are the closing pages of d'aulaires norse gods and giants... you read the book and you realize its a message in a bottle from the people of the world before ours... these were their names and their stories and theyre gone now and the mountains they climbed were broken apart... their whole world destroyed and remade and now they're in a book... kinda how i think about my life like..: idk im falling asleep here but sometimes i think im in a movie or a book or a really long poem... sometimes i think about this trip i took to yellowstone as a kid and the wind picked up and blew my moms scarf into a geyser and i ran after it and had to get pulled back so i didnt burn myaelf... sometimes i think that scarf washed up on the edge of the geyser and someone fished it out and held it in their hands and imagined the person who had worn it and the person who ran after it... thinking about the lemon tree
i would say im not very interested in God, the Creator but i am incredibly interested in God, the Agreed-Upon & God, the Narrator. elaborations when i wake
maybe this is the 9:30pm and melatonin gummies talking but im fascinated by/curious about how people explain and frame their lives... at risk of sounding cringe but i feel a lot of the time like my whole life is happening at once, like a single instant stacked on top of itself... like in my brain my life is happening in the prophetic perfect tense... sometimes get the idea that im dead or dying and im explaining my life to someone its very strange.. my relationship to time feels super fucked up but i think thats normal... i think thats natural to an extent that time slows down when youre overwhelmed and speeds up when you're bored but it feels incredibly potent to me, like way more than ive heard anyone else express... werner herzog mentioned this idea of adequate images and im not sure i understand but among the most potent images in my brain are the closing pages of d'aulaires norse gods and giants... you read the book and you realize its a message in a bottle from the people of the world before ours... these were their names and their stories and theyre gone now and the mountains they climbed were broken apart... their whole world destroyed and remade and now they're in a book... kinda how i think about my life like..: idk im falling asleep here but sometimes i think im in a movie or a book or a really long poem... sometimes i think about this trip i took to yellowstone as a kid and the wind picked up and blew my moms scarf into a geyser and i ran after it and had to get pulled back so i didnt burn myaelf... sometimes i think that scarf washed up on the edge of the geyser and someone fished it out and held it in their hands and imagined the person who had worn it and the person who ran after it... thinking about the lemon tree