Sorry for the hiatus!
I’ve been pretty busy with school, but I’m working on a longer essay called “How Being The Genetic Equivalent Of A Tangled Ball Of Yarn Saved My Life.” So keep an eye open for that!
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if i look back, i am lost

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Origami Around
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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shark vs the universe

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Sorry for the hiatus!
I’ve been pretty busy with school, but I’m working on a longer essay called “How Being The Genetic Equivalent Of A Tangled Ball Of Yarn Saved My Life.” So keep an eye open for that!
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"Sausages"?
“Sausages”?
A while back, I received an electronic food database as a gift. It was a tiny screen with a flip out keyboard that would readily tell me the nutritional information of almost anything, save for the very uncommon, that I would like to imbibe. I spent days happily carb counting and sugar sequestering; my ten year old juvenile diabetic heart was filled with glee to actually know for certain what I…
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"I once got asked for a blood sacrifice," Waldon's dating history: Pizza Delighted
“I once got asked for a blood sacrifice,” Waldon’s dating history: Pizza Delighted
I looked down in shocked consternation at the stainless steel prong protruding from my hand, and my gaze drifted back upwards to the eyes filled with zealous rage glaring at me across the mood-lit table in Pizza Delight, our complimentary waters and fake cheese Alfredo forgotten. My mouth opened and closed several times as I tried to process exactly what was happening here. Let me tell you a…
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Dear Lady,
Today, we had a moment of near connection. We were close to bonding, on an almost molecular level. Our sudden, chance, meeting was hot, nearly flaming with intensity. You were my femme fatale. Namely because you almost killed me in a car crash. Firstly, let me preface this with the fact that we were both in the wrong. I am man enough to accept responsibility for my mistakes. You assumed I was…
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Everything I say, is real.
Everything I say, is real.
I was asked this morning by a reader if I was real.Not, as such, in those words. But that was the spirit in which they were given. I was actually asked “Is this a fictional character you’re writing viewpoints from? It seems like he has a well-developed back story. Can I write something of my own for him?” Let me take a moment to thank you, first of all. Thank you so much for reading my blog. It…
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Snow.
Firstly, let me apologize for how long it’s been since I’ve posted anything. I’ve been moving, going to school, and have been all around busy for the past several weeks. Secondly, I want to talk to you about snow, snowflakes, in particular. Every snowflake is unique (ignoring the statistical limitations of a planet that has to stay within certain meteorological parameters, rendering this phrase…
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Insecurities; An Excerpt From a Short Essay.
Why do people fight? Argue? Brawl? It all comes down to our insecurities. In general (but definitely not all,) cases, the masculine fight while they exist in a culture that has already assured them through generations of male dominance that they’re the intellectually and physically superior, so because they’re insecure about their strength compared to other “men” (I say this with a certain degree…
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I'm capable of not being preachy and heavy-hearted, I swear.
I’m capable of not being preachy and heavy-hearted, I swear.
I am a very solitary person. I spend the majority of my time by myself, thinking, sketching, reading, gaming, sleeping, dreaming, walking, hiking… Just being myself as a person. But sadly, doing all those things when I want to do them, as I want to do them, means that I’m on a schedule that very few other people are following just by virtue of personal differences. So I don’t meet many people.…
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The Unlikely Adventures Of Waldon 1
I was walking late last night and I heard screaming coming from somebody’s back yard, so I got ready to need to jump in and get some sudden street justice on the go… But then I heard the phrase “Oh god, stop farting and take this egg out of my ass!” And figured that I’d let this one be.
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I absolutely adore you. You are so beautiful, so perfect. I just started following you on YouTube but I've followed you on here for awhile. I've been binge watching you on YouTube for the past 4 days. I have a huge crush on you btw😳 I seriously can't believe you are real if that makes sense. You just seem too perfect to be real. Well I love you and have an amazing day❤️❤️ (I really hope you reply to this, I'll probably fangirl if you do)
This is like one of the sweetest messages I’ve ever read awh thank you! Been feeling blue so this was super nice to see.^O^ Thank you so much beauty!
This, I love this. Anybody who responds so wonderfully to any individual, especially an individual who's a huge fan, deserves respect.
Fun fact: John Cleese was actually supposed to say some really long and complicated name, but he forgot it and just said, “Tim” and everyone just rolled with it.
I constantly find myself staring at the ceiling, wondering how I ended up where I am now. Why I’m lying in bed by myself, why I’m 22 years old and desperately hoping the gas station across the road is going to hire me so I can make rent. How I messed up my own plans so badly that I have scars covering my chest and arms from knives, needles, and broken boards… All after graduating high school as…
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The first dedication peice; Rest in peace, Gunner.
The first dedication peice; Rest in peace, Gunner.
Hey, look at that. My eighth post is my first real sad post. Before now, I’ve taken time to talk about things I felt needed to be talked about like anxiety, body acceptance, depression… but this is a purely personal post, and one I think most of my readers will be able to relate to.Just after I woke up on the morning of July the 16th, 2016, my best friend died. His name was Gunner, and I loved…
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Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.
Of fucking course
What sick bastard doesn’t
“You’d be surprised”, said Xaldien, who just lost four followers and received a lovely “men can’t be raped” anon shortly after reblogging this the first time.
Yowch, disgusting.
Emotional and physical rape can happen to anybody, friends. You never get over it.
REBLOG IF I CAN MESSAGE YOU ‘HEY’ AND START A FRIENDSHIP.
I love the vintage pinup feel, with an almost futuristic grunge feeling. It's a fun contrast.
carnalincarnate
You can’t not reblog this
There should be a limit to how many times your mind can be blown in one post.