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Idk man my nervous system gets regulated from walking really really fast and elbowing groups of people taking up the whole sidewalk. like that’s what makes me feel at peace

Dear person I locked eyes with while leaving the Antique store and listening to Cupid De Locke

I love you hottie

#plutonation #gaylord #dykeposting

midcenturymiskatonic

Fox Mulder’s office from The X-Files (1993-2002)

rockabillywife

I need to speak to Carrie brownstein

Just walked from the train station into town for a Saturday night out but I am now drenched in rain.

#after hours #griffin dunne #atleasticouldsculptmyhairtolooklikealexturner #ifeellikeawetdog #film

hilobiak

haciaelmar

gates | Olympus OM-1 | Samsung Prime Color 200 | 2026

cosmnoknot

I only think of marriage with disdain, you can’t change my mind. When I find my person I want to fake elope and find somewhere secluded like this only we’d share memories of. Not properly betrothed but instead deeply intertwined in a way that transcends the expectations of a traditional marriage. I’ll be acting like 90’s Gomez Addams.

#romance #hubba hubba #ring pop #iwoulddie4u #whowantstorunswaywithme

Face reveal

#face reveal #me #hey guys #theearlywormgetsthebird

gender-incinerator

every time someone says "you have to learn to mask your neurodivergence to be successful at Real Life", they're really just telling on themselves and admitting they'll never respect you or take you seriously unless you waste all your energy performing normativity for them

#bpd #ocd

epellucid

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inmagasroom

gives joy only if read in a broken rhythm, pausing at every period, parting your lips a little at the colons

What: a pity to die my love. To say: "I don't love you anymore" with no one listening. What: a shame the irritated voice the haste. The distance between the first passionate whisper and this new timbre. How little shame I have. to have killed you and put you here. beneath the very expanse you created. The: expanse. Is: a cloth. Is: white. Is: a sheet. Is: a land on which snow has fallen. Ssh. you'll be alone there. No longer on top. but. under. as is proper for the dead, as is proper for seed. and. for lilies yet to sprout. You'll feel something like moving scratches: those are birds mice my own bony hands that you adored my tongue with its thirst. Brr. love. how. painful for me to see you shrunken by this chill so stripped of your gifts in this tomb where I can't grieve for you but can only dig down to the earth down to its iron to the fire that now embraces the earth and celebrates me.

Vendetta, ANTONELLA ANEDDA / TRANSLATED BY GEOFFREY BROCK