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Cosimo Galluzzi
we're not kids anymore.
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i don't do bad sauce passes

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Not today Justin
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if i look back, i am lost
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@glampiir
dude, i promise i’m not a vampire, i just don’t wanna be intrusive you know ?? so can u like invite me in ??
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there is literally no logical, emotional, aesthetic, philosophical, moral, or sexy reason for the sun to be gone at 4.30 pm
Vampires can come out earlier
One sexy reason
my whole life is just “oh ok”
Some of them want to use you Some of them want to get used by you Some of them want to abuse you Some of them want to be abused
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i know i’ve made a post exactly like this before but that trope of a vampire or faerie or anything “other” watching a human from afar and “choosing” them is STILL so wild and uncomfortable to me bc if you watch someone from afar like that you’re gonna form such a romantic image of them in your head that’s actually barely what they’re like 90% of the time but now what the hell are you gonna do you just turned them into a vampire/brought them over to the faerie realm for eternity you’re STUCK with them and THEY’RE stuck with your impulsive naive romantic ass like
if a vampire watched me from afar they’re gonna catch me smelling wild flowers, talking to crows, and walking barefoot through creeks but they never see me inside and now they’re stuck, listening to me complain about the Naruto epilogue again. Again. They’re so tired. “Molly Anne,” they say. “Molly Anne please. It’s been two-hundred years.” I keep going. The betrayal still feels fresh.
This is completely true, and also applies to ruffly shirts.