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[mothicalspoken]

"am I being annoying" are you aware that my heart is trying to crawl out of my chest to get to you

[gnomebutch]

every man who says women have it easier because they can make porn when financially unstable legitimately have to kill themselves I am 100% serious

[zimjaeyun-deactivated20220116]

fuck it’s august??? what’s next? 2022???? can’t do this anymore

[birdplushie]

fiction can be really dangerous there might be a deeply tragic woman in there who starts living in your head forever

[jonjjja]

my biggest desire: to be seen

my biggest fear: to be seen

[fairycosmos]

clicking not interested on something used to mean they stopped showing it to you

[justalittleseapanda]

[delightsome-moved]

[cheddar-baby]

Peeing

[cryptotheism]

Again with this

[cheddar-baby]

are you mad at me?

[cryptotheism]

Knock it off

[cheddar-baby]

[cryptotheism]

Huh, must've been the wind.

[pukicho]

The nude beach has the best seashells. This fucking sucks. I love seashells but I hate penis.

[pukicho]

I got whatever ADHD is called

[ineedtestosterone2763]

ADHD is called ADHD.

[pukicho]

That’s the one

[shisasan]

March 28, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973

[rosecrystal]

everybody get out of this grocery store i need some time alone

[lunarkittens]

something: is pink

me: i’m fucking sold

[judgejudyofficial]

you used to be able to play games on cartoonnetwork.com . . . now every company's website wants to give you spyware and spread corporate propaganda but I REMEMBER when you could play a BEN 10 adventure game in-browser without so much as giving away your e-mail. people's heads should be on pikes for this

[caruccio]

Your woman lying on your chest. That's a poem.

[thestuffieguardian]

Hand in her hair, another cupping her cheek lightly & stroking her face with your thumb, kissing the top of her head as her worries & pain diminish. That's poetry in motion.

[64mpg]

uh oh i miss something i can’t name again. i want to go home to something that doesn’t exist again. does anyone have a gun