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Three Goblin Art
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I am very sorry for calling you a domestic abuser because you committed domestic abuse and admitted it to me.
I am so very sorry for the cruel, accurate, hurtful, true, immature statements I made about your character.
It will happen again.
Found a photo of the lesbian bus!
No one understands the turf wars of Girl Scout Cookie sales like I do. Me, and the rest of the troops. We served in those goddamn trenches.
Also Girl Scouts caused my fear of rice. It’s also probably why I’m gay.
I thought I was a retired veteran, but unfortunately some has decided to make me fight another battle in the Great Passive-Agression.
I’m fine with it, I just hope that they don’t find my medals too blinding. It might be an inconvenience but I really really hope it won’t be considering how soon this is going to be over anyway.
the evanescence stan to socialist salaryman pipeline
Ryan Hancock
Ryan Hancock is a photographer based out of Brooklyn, New York who captures esoteric connections in an abstract and metaphysical sense with uncommon aesthetics in random places.
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I like to romanticise life by pretending im in a coming of age film
I hate to admit it, but I am forever going to mourn the fact I can’t be a mother.
Given, every woman ever (excerpt my own mother, but I am convinced she is a liar) has made pregnancy seem like an unbearable body horror, but I am sad to know it’s something I will never be able to experience.
Like I still have to go through IUDs and the like to not get pregnant, but I were to get pregnant, I would never be able to see the fruits of my literal labor because according to my OBGYN, no pregnancy I have will be viable until labor.
Right!?! So fucked up.
I really really wish that I could love someone. Not even romantically, I just want a family.
This hurts even more now…
My literature professor told me once that, “You can’t do everything. It’s impossible. You can’t do everything.”
How do I tell her I wanted to be a writer because I want to be everything?
I can’t stop thinking about hands on a cave wall.
Did our human ancestors do it to be remembered or to be together?
I don’t know.
Swifties have unironically been more antisemitic than pro-Palestine protestors this week.
Please keep that in mind before you call protesting genocide a threat to your safety.
My grandfather didn’t survive a genocide for others to use that genocide to justify the genocide of Palestinians.
It’s sickening for to hear Zionists defend genocide during a holiday that is meant to discuss overcoming oppression.
Overcoming oppression is supporting and surviving through community, not building a nation out of fear.
Free Palestine. Chag Pesach.
Bout to transport the ancestor soup. Hope the ancestors like Mitski
graphic design is my passion
Dima. Dima. Diiiiiimmaaaaaaaa.
When are you going to pay us? I want Taco Bell.