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never understood the whole showing up at your high school reunion revenge fantasy cause like really? high school?? I don’t want anyone from that time in my life to have any idea where I am or what I’m doing. do not perceive me I am dead to you and you are dead to me

ursulaklegun-deactivated2024122

Peak comedy would be if trump made a tumblr because he’s banned everywhere else and we cyberbullied him

fundamentallyf00lish

lakevida

tonysopranobignaturals-deactiva

the craziest thing about this is that they're not storming the capitol to dismantle the government, they're doing it because they want trump to stay in power...

tonysopranobignaturals-deactiva

"the government is bad, except for when this specific guy is in charge, then we need to defend him with our last breath"

chaosseagull

Boba is always more fun with friends!

#clungeart #artists on tumblr #cursed content #cursed image #my art #art

A street rat but make it gay and sophisticated

#clungeart #artists on tumblr #cursed content #my art #cursed image #rat #streetrat #Oscar Wilde

A street rat but make it gay and sophisticated

#clungeart #artists on tumblr #cursed content #my art #cursed image #rat #streetrat #Oscar Wilde

Because inner demons need love too

#clungeart #cursed art #artists on tumblr #art #my inner demons

i-smell-ice-cream

Fetch the bolt cutters

Inspired by the new Fiona Apple album.

It took me 4 hours to draw all of these and I listened to the song on repeat the whole time. I'd say it's changed me as a person.

I'm now also really good at drawing bolt cutters

#clungeart #artists on tumblr #fiona apple #so fetch #fetch the bolt cutters #my art

I do not wish to be perceived, I only wish to exist as a vague concept

Based on the post by @pukicho

#clungeart #artists on tumblr #cursed content #my art #ambiguous #sexy

Queerantine bogwitch mood

Based on the post by @pondwitch that me, being a dumbass misread

#clungeart #my art #witches #witchy #artists on tumblr #witchcraft #lets get this bread

Bees dance to communicate

Based on the textpost by @fartgallery

#clungeart #cursed content #cursed image #my art #artists on tumblr #artist

Maybe the treasure was the gun we found along the way

Based on the post by @the-quasar-hero

#clungeart #cursed content #cursed image #shitpost #art #artists on tumblr #my art

“noo don't die by the plague baby your too sexy ahaha”

inspired by the text post by @the-plagued

#clungeart #plague doctor #cursed content #cursed image #fishnets

I call this one

“Quarantinder, here I come!”

#quarantime #clungeart #sorry for this

angelas-extrasandstuff

I would like to share this beautiful passage with all of you, it’s long, but worth it. And I swear to god I didn’t alter any of this.

….

Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.

Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which is seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.

Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.

As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm. “Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”

Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.

“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.” Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently. Hilda looked at him expectantly. “Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”

At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.

Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.

Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.

Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!

The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room. Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.

She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”

But her bed was empty.

Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.

….