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INTRO FOR ME

Name- L

Age- 19

Pronouns- any pronouns are fine, though I would prefer if they/them were used the most but don't be afraid to shake it up every once in a while.

Some likes- anime, cosplay/cosplaying, hot coco, animals that are ALLOWED to be in the house, finding out how tf ironmans suit works, flowers, sanrio, alternative fashion/subcultures, video games, and a whole lot more I'm not going to type out.

Dislikes- idk, people who aren't decent human beings, politics, racism, sexism, racism, the non-fear 'phobias', general hatred for people who have done little to no wrong.

Boundaries-

-Asking to be friends or for other socials, yes I will probably get around to actually posting some of my other socials here.

-messages, yes please do message me i would actually like to make some new friends!

-Asking questions in general, Of course go right ahead.

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[miunicornfluff]

coming back on here 2 say this

fuck I.C.E

fuck tr*mp

fuck ep*tein

fuck shitrael

fuck sexism

fuck k*rk

fuck pro-life

fuck white supremacy

fuck racism

everything is political.

no one is illegal on stolen land

arrest everyone mentioned in the files

i love immigrants

free palestine, cogo, venezuela, etc

abortion is healthcare

blame the predator, not the victims clothes.

no uterus no opinion

love is love

trans woman = woman

trans man = man

mental health matters

all addictions matter

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My summer so far 🪼

@livloveslettuce and her gorgeous lavagirl pink hair in the top middle

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Sometimes love is tossing two dryer balls at your partner while they lay on the bed before they put their clothes away and letting them throw them back at you over and over

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Sometimes I wonder if it's really okay for me to be the way I am

I know so much about so many things and so many people

I'm connected to people my age, people older and younger than me, in ways I never thought I could be

I've learned things from people that I can't remember the voice of, who don't know my name, and I will never see their face

And I think that's okay

But should I really know so much about other people that I'll never really know?

Should they know more about me?

I don't know.

I wish someone could tell me, but, with the way we all connect on the internet, it's unrestricted.

There's no one telling you what you explicitly can and can't put up on there, not like when you could write in to a newspaper or a journal.

Is it really okay to be so (dis)connected?

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A continuation if desired:

I wish I had a pen pal

I wish I had someone where there were strict rules about what we could share. Not like DMs where the only restriction is social boundaries, but really.

I want to know just a little bit about someone's day, but still look forward to hearing from them again. And I think it's only a dollar or something to post a letter, but I'm afraid that it might get lost, or that someone will open it, and all of a sudden, the little details of my life or theirs aren't just ours, or our friend's, or our significant other's, it'd be out in the world and someone else would remember it. That's pretty scary I guess.

But I'd still like it, I think. I could press flowers and send them, or maybe make a bookmark for them if they like reading. And I feel like, if we never met, if the letters got farther apart in distance, and it trickled out slowly, that I could really wish them all the best. Cause that would be something to remember, but I wouldn't have the urge to constantly check on them. Sure, I could send another letter, and if I don't get a reply that's alright by me.

I just want someone to remember me in a way that is special and different from every other thing.

The internet is far too connective to do these things. There's always the temptation of constant photos or videos or calls. I don't want to be attached to a machine for longer than I need one to breath or keep my heart beating.

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Sometimes I wonder if it's really okay for me to be the way I am

I know so much about so many things and so many people

I'm connected to people my age, people older and younger than me, in ways I never thought I could be

I've learned things from people that I can't remember the voice of, who don't know my name, and I will never see their face

And I think that's okay

But should I really know so much about other people that I'll never really know?

Should they know more about me?

I don't know.

I wish someone could tell me, but, with the way we all connect on the internet, it's unrestricted.

There's no one telling you what you explicitly can and can't put up on there, not like when you could write in to a newspaper or a journal.

Is it really okay to be so (dis)connected?

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I dreamt of us, sitting on the hood of a truck, old and red. Music played in the background but I don't remember what song, the lyrics made me want to kiss your face until all of my lipstick came off.

I forgot about the fact that I'd never willingly drive a truck, because for you, I'd drive every single beat up, cigarette burned, must scented trash box on the planet if it meant I could watch every sunset of the rest of my life with you, sitting on the hood.

I forgot about never having gotten my driver's license, despite being 19 now. I'd break every law of it meant you had a break from menial things that slowed down your days. I'd push aside my anxiety, push aside my height making it almost impossible to see past the dash, push away every thought that wasn't you lounging in the passenger seat, smiling at me, taking in the summer sun and telling me about your day.

I'll dream of us again tonight, I hope you're still smiling. I hope you're still watching sunsets. I hope we still get to listen to music in shitty trucks together. Even if we can't, I want you to be happy. Even if you aren't in my dreams again, I hope that you're happy with somebody in yours.

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my uncle (named big michael, you will soon find out why) who is 6’9 (Now You Understand) just arrived to sleep over at our place, i was not informed, there are no lights on in the hall, he has a key, and it is 34 minutes past midnight. So that is all to say, I do think with some certainty, that I am now, officially, the first human being who has come this close to seeing the boogie man in real life, and survived. He unfolded himself through that door frame like a poorly made origami crane from hell.

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reblog to slowblink at your mutuals

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One day you think: I want to die. And then you think, very quietly, actually I want a coffee. I want a nap. A sandwich. A book. And I want to die turns day by day into I want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friends, I want to sit in the sun. I want a cleaner room, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else, I want to live.

[anneverapoetry]

hell's playground

[caats]

[nmolesofadrenaline]

[queen-of-andor]

When I say that my favourite atla ship is Zutara people assume that I dislike Aang. But that couldn't more further than truth. I love all the kids in team avatar.

I really like Aang, I just don't find his relationship with Katara romantically interesting and therefore I don't ship them.

So if you like both zutara and Aang please like or reblog this post. I want to see how many of us share this mentality.

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Help I accidentally killed my boyfriend