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@clusterbibitch
hey what’s up i’m alive
BUFFALO ‘66
VINCENT GALLO
Hyper-realistic packers are OUT packers that look like these things are IN
Yes the fish are included, they live in the balls
viewing queer identities as “this is the label that makes me happy and feels most accurate now” rather than “this is who I am, was, and always will be” will definitely take the pressure off, friends. changing your mind is proof that you have one.
me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit
mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters
me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
Hey OP? What the FUCK does this mean?
decay exists as an extant form of life
That’s a terrifying answer, have a nice day
tunglr dot net had done me dirty & unfollowed some peeps, sry bout that
They said it couldn’t be found.
So I done went and found it.
Άκουσα τροχούς, την λάσπη να σπάει
και πέταλα σαν επίθεση από το δάσος.
Νόμιζες ότι αν μου πεις να μην δεθώ
θα το έκανα
ή θα μου κακοφαινόταν για την τεράστια ιδέα
που έχεις για τον εαυτό σου. Και τα δύο συνέβησαν.
Κρύφτηκα, λασπωμένα γόνατα και βαριές ανάσες
στη μέση μια θολή φιγούρα
γαλάζια σκόνη τα μάτια της. Έφυγαν.
Όπως νιφάδες ακουμπάνε τη μύτη
και τρέχεις, ο αέρας σου παγώνει τα αυτιά
πως γερνάνε όλα
η ταχύτητα που απομακρυνόμαστε και ο χρόνος
πόσο βρωμερός είναι.
Από εκείνο το βράδυ
ενώνω τις φράσεις που ψιθύρισες
δεν έχω σταματήσει να σκέφτομαι τι κάναμε.
When Dan Howell said “I’m sad, and confused, and horny” and “i’m queer, I’m here, i’m full of existential fear” I felt that.