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THINGS  SAID  ON  THE  18.56HRS  DISCORD  CALL  WHEN  WE  NEED  ATTENTION   ̖́-  

content  warning :  some  suggestive  material  bc  we  don’t  have  a  fucking  filter .

“ i  have  the  bottom ” “ in  the wise  words  of  my  mother ;  i’m  gonna  fucking  kill  you ” “ it  felt  wrong  in  my  mouth  but  i  thought  was  okay ” “ i  was  on  a  party  bus  with  my  little  ponies ” “ silence  ,  bottom ” “ put  me  under  your  couch.  that’s  where  i  belong ” “ penises  aren’t  real ” “ stop  sexualizing  chicken ” “ why  can’t  i  breathe ? “ “ can  i  get  some  uhhhhh  fucking  knee  pads ” “ i’m  like  uhhh  splenda  daddy ” “ jokes  on  you  ,  i  can  sleep  while  im  …  screaming  … ” “ are  you  a  top  ?! ”  “ i can’t  multi - task  , i’m  a  BOTTOM ! ” “ who  needs  therapy ?  i  got  my  emotional  support  kpop  boys / girls / idols ! ” “ my  life  goal  is  to  eat  his / her / their  ass.  thank  you  for  the  meal  ,  thank  you  for  the  meal  ,  thank  you  for  the  meal  ! ” “ meat  too  hard ” “ can i  shower  with  my  meat  to  thaw  it  ? ” “ not  to  toot  my  own  horn  or  anything  but  toot  toot  bitch ” *while crying*  “ no  one  wants  to  suck  my  dick  … ”  “ are  you  implying  that  i  wouldn’t  own  a  gucci  strap  because  i  am  insulted ” “ i’ll  have  you  know  ,  i’m  always  wet ” “ no  ,  you  dumb  bitch ” “ you  don’t  need  your  airpods  to  take  your  quiz ” “ ramen bathing ” “ _______  is  so  pretty.  I’d  suck  the  soul  out  of  him / her / them ”

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mr doe-eyes 👀

[exceptionals]

me after doing some impulsive shit that i know im gonna regret later: its called being spontaneous

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i just got done w/ class  &.   all these new people im blessed 

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        there’s a certain clarity that accompanies the smell of cigarettes   &.   booze    ,     last fragments isolated photos that will be shared in the morning. the sound of the music hitting against the wall    &.    clay’s head was spinning    ,      fumbling with the screen of his phone               struggling to make the call.      ❝ come    &.    pick me up     ,     please.   ❞   turtle neck to cover the lace that was worn under    ,    this feminity chewing into his skin. lost in streets in his own thoughts   ,    drowned in liquor   &.   head full of smoke clouds. the world spins each time he closes his eyes   &.    he thinks that hes in love with dionysus three shots back.  ❝    i dont know where i am    ,    im a club silly.   ❞        repent    ,    repent   ,     &.    be forgiven.  he exists purely in the world of inebriated thought.    

(   @faxthandangelo​       /       ♡     ) 

[mrkslee]

tiny mark on a hammock 🥺

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faxthandangelo·.

than_d: uber eats is a thing, though

than_d: nobody is going to eat with you if you’re not paying 

              park_clay: im starving                park_clay: &. i wanna talk to ppl               park_clay: stare at my cute face :((( 

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open snapchat

               park_clay: who wants to take me out to food                park_clay: im too high to order food                park_clay: im not paying but im cute :( 

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fakangin: 

         ➟   kangin must be in the company of some god. someone so beyond human conception, so divine that she sees no axis for the world to spin upon. all that has been and not been must sit in those deep PANOPTES eyes. only endless possibilities, all of which involve some level of ’ necessary ’ self-harm. oh wait. that’s just clay.

         “ that sounds really…  ” he ponders the appropriate reaction, so tempted to just pass the fuck out and wait until clay was maybe just a tad more sober. so he wouldn’t end up sacrificing his eyebrows, or sideburns, or whatever facial hair will inevitably be reaped from him, because he’s sure he is the only victim deemed appropriate for edward scissorhands’ rolodex of terrifying ideas.   “ really stupid.  ” he breathes deeply.

“ so, who’s going first?…  ”

                 clay is still learning to be human    ,   after weeks of being out of body   &.   letting something else take the wheel. there are fuzzy memories   ,   bruises   &.  all the time lost. paying attention whenever she can feel knocking in her bones.     ❝    im like a fucking genius   ,  albert einstein wishes he had what i have.    ❞       taking note of when her body drops to the ground    ,    she was told that was what it was all about. it was about missing   &.   messing everything up.    ❝   dude you put the glue on me   ,   a nice even layer.  ❞  

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             he is some sort of ancient rune   ,    the quiet malevolence of freezing to death. jerry-can ambrosia offered in this place    ,    where tragedy is in every chipped floorboard    &.   south gothic preacher boys hanging upside down from their own sins like crucifixes. altars filled with dirty money  &.  coiled    ,    sour grapevines. he must have been a god once    ,   with how these worshippers give him everything to him. eyes staring   ,    begging for a moment of attention from the angel torn from heaven.      ❝   dude you’re like so pretty    ,    like holy shit.    ❞    the panic in their voice was clear to taste as their lips wrap around the wine glass   ,   taking a long drink. this temple of grace that had been burnt down to the ground  &.  angels left their halos on the coat rack at the door.  a welcomed step off the path into the endless maw of pleasure    ,   pilfered from the seeds of pomegranates. the only thing that worships anymore are the deep   ,   dark things that crawl from the spaces between soul  &.   heart.    ❝   uh    ,    no homo   ,    though.   ❞     choking on the tightening halo that they have made into a noose    ,    aching to be drunker as they sit in the stole of a confessional box.

(   @fakangin​    /     ♡     )

[mrkslee]

mark’s dream challenge — making DIY name tags ♡

[kittenho]

drunk seth cohen is me 

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               starter call !!!

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               starter call !!!

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               mad woman with a magicians flourish     ;     lights of Vegas to the strobe light heart     &.    beacons of furious       ,     neon signs. she exists purely in a world of impulse thought.       ❝    bro    ,    bro i was watching youtube last night     &.   i had an idea.     ❞      a slot machine mind spitting out ichor into the faces of men that can hardly pronounce the names of the old gods they worship in secret.  sometimes her words start to spin like a carousel.     ❝    lets do 100 layers of glue on our face    ,     it would be so funny dude.   ❞    her eyes grow wild with the idea    ,    glue in hand     &.      a camera in the other             ready to make art.

open !!!

[mrkslee]

1stlook 30 seconds behind — mark