I’m literally just some guy
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Kiana Khansmith

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
almost home
YOU ARE THE REASON

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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art blog(derogatory)
trying on a metaphor
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@grossxing
I’m literally just some guy
Sadahito Mori - Heart-shaped Stone, 1990
Dahlia
we are so back
I’m still here just been grinding away at the (literal) flesh factory lately 😔
personally what do u do when ur horny but are in a position where u cannot masturbate or fuck
Retreat to the grove of the cherry blossoms.
Con bought tickets to the submersible and when willa sees the news she gets suspiciously attached to the televised countdown about how many hours of oxygen are left for potential survivors. A day after they call off the search (Tom has been directing the team to make the countown box bigger and more sinister with each passing hour; Shiv wishes she was in the submersible while holding her child) Willa finds out he ran into RFK Jr on the way to board and has been taking an ayahuasca journey with him and who has now asked him to be his campaign consultant. Simultaneously, Kendall, who has been found floating face-down once again on the Hudson,
It’s the last bit that got me
problematic electron microscopist
Ummm
its because you always on that damn mortar and pestle
THE TACO BELL CANTINA IS PLAYING THE CABINET OF DR. CALIGARI.
playing around w. microsoft office as a child was crazy. it felt transgressive. magical. a portal into the beautiful world of business. i imagined myself one day becoming proficient with every menu in excel and word and powerpoint, expertly choosing between them in a manner similar to a samurai deciding on whether to use the wakizashi or the katana. like stepping into the tabernacle without genuflecting. the sensual mystique of the coffee room. an entire imaginary world of grey-blue carpeted hallways and black plastic caster wheels on chairs. the bright ideas of the future, all springing to life as i am assisted by a paperclip shaped homunculus. slayer of demons of profit loss. the holy armor of the suit and tie. the will of god channeled through commerce. kneeling to the invisible hand, and transcribing its will into an infinite scroll of beautiful white pages.
Cultivating the wavythey method
Fixed brain is the texture of extra firm tofu
I feel like the yugi muto of histology