sometimes you just gotta indulge your inner 13yo and play online dress up games for 3 hours straight

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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@cringefestlol
sometimes you just gotta indulge your inner 13yo and play online dress up games for 3 hours straight
round earth flat earth blah blah blah u all have it wrong… the earth is heart shaped
Bob’s Burgers would also be an appropriate title for SpongeBob SquarePants
كُلما غنيت بإسم امرأة أسقطوا قوميتي عني
وقالوا: كيف لا تكتب شعراً للوطن؟ وهل المرأة شيء آخر غير الوطن
Every time I sing in the name of a woman, they drop my nationality from me.
Then they ask: why don’t you write poetry about your homeland? Is a woman anything other than a homaland.
“The problem with the past is that it lasts forever. Ten years from now I will still be lying on my bed trying to write this poem.”
— Kelly Jones, “The Gift of Forgetting,” published in IDK Magazine
“It is a great art: to love and keep still.”
— Anna Kamienska, from a diary entry featured in “In That Great River: A Notebook,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
Malik ibn Dinar asked: “What is the death of the heart?”
Hasan al-Basri answered: “The love of the world”.
“For the great violences hidden inside women For the women hidden inside great violences”
— Vanessa Angélica Villarreal, from “Tropical Depression,” published in The Wanderer
me: i hate astrology
horoscope: youre beautiful
me:
me as detective
me: victim is 6'1"., his body..Has already turned into a ghost….. police officer: sir. that’s just a sheet we covered the body with
“hi welcome to mcdonalds what can i get for you?”
“yeah can i get a deluxe quarter pounder with cheese?”
“absolutely, do you want the meal or just the sandwich?’
“uuuuuh hold on”
*fishes something out of my pocket*
“mikey what do i do?”
“get the fries. youll need the energy in the coming days”
*stuffs it back in my pocket*
“uhh yes please the meal would be great”
serious question: can anyone else see this post? am I hallucinating?
finding out picasso died in 1973 feels like the fakest thing ive ever heard. everyone talks about him like he lived in a cave with nothing but a torch and paint he made from berries or bear shit or somethin but nah this dude probably sat down watchin looney tunes thinkin “damn i should draw some dude with a nose on his forehead thatd be dope” i feel so lied to
“We never just talk anymore.”