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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Keni
we're not kids anymore.

Kaledo Art
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
One Nice Bug Per Day
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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JBB: An Artblog!

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@februarytrash
Disclaimer
social media is a stage. anything online is a performance. the entries in my diary may be based on real experiences or entirely fictional. but mostly real. and some lies.
no one ever hold me without wanting to 2 kill me
no one ever hold me without wanting to kill me
being sad and horny is a privilege
my baby
before i learned to wear heels and mascara. glossier brow gel and these sticky lip gloss that always catch my hair. i always feel boyish.
i always wanted to compete with boys. in 5th grade PE class
i ran faster than boys. i get better grades than boys. i debate with boys i left them speechless and and i felt proud. i beat boys. once i broke boy’s tailbone at soccer. there’s something i wanted to prove badly.
mom told me my father’s parents always wish for a grandson. & they were heartbroken in the waiting room when she delivered me. when they found out i’m a granddaughter. they still love me to death. even tho i’ve never been a sweet girl till recently. my grandma got me dresses (ugly) and bought me everything i want. now she doesn’t remember me bc the dementia. her mental illness flow in the blood of our family tree. in the root. to my father and then to mi (i’m ok). i’m not sad or mad that she can’t remember me. i can’t change that, like how she can’t change the fact that im not a boy. a grandson. i’m a girl. technically im a woman now and im suppose to stop competing with boys. i need to let them win. i need to pretend im dumb. i need to surrender so i will be married eventually and have a son hopefully to make my / his family proud. to form a nuclear family as George Murdock proposed. i have to stop beating boys, i have to please them, i have to save them like virgin Mary. i have so many things to complete. i have to seduce them but deep down i want to break their tailbones again. (fiction)
sinners
everything and nothing always haunts me
for 333studio
thong
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