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the world I grew up in no longer exists type shi but honestly I am so glad to leave it behind!!! Hi everyone I love you I’m glad you’re here !!

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On Shopping While Fat 2: Son of Fat

fatartappreciation

Be yourself and love yourself!

kids-toothpaste-enjoyer-deactiv

ngl there is racist connotations in the way people label ICE as “masked thugs” or “gang members”. by doing this you’re disassociating ICE from state institutions & associating them with racialized terms of criminality in order to reinforce the idea that they’re dangerous. in reality they’re just cops & this is just cop shit.

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guy who fucks you harder when you call him a good boy

pjackk

Would anyone like to support my life style or am i to freakish and strange

butchdemiurge

*delirious with lust from watching fingers sink into skin* ggod you’re so fuckin fat

#me n who

angelchains6969

Nothing I love more than a tiny pink thong (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

sackoflower

uh oh i'm thinking about ✨️hole inspections✨️ again

#always of course !

heartsandkissesmwah

want her to look at my tits practically spilling out of my tiny tops in the summer, want to catch her staring and pretending she wasnt when i catch her, acting like i dont know what she was doing only for my tits to bounce in her face later that day when im riding her ☺️

veganpussyy

bring back dry humping

squaresaw

So last month I got hit by a car and died right. Which I didn't initially realize until I watched some guy haul my body into his pickup and drive off. Which, being that it's deep in rural Michigan, I assume means my body will make some venison jerky and maybe some wall decoration, and I'll be resigned to being one of hundreds of deer ghosts floating around Saginaw, which is w/e. But then I find out the guy works at a taxidermy shop or something, and he's actually pretty good at stuffing and mounting deer carcasses, which I come to find out when I find myself face to face with my old body in the shop window. So naturally, I figure since ghosts need to possess something to interact with the living world and etc etc etc the most logical thing to do is to possess my own body, since it's basically a statue of myself. And a little surprisingly, it actually fits like a glove. Like, since it's my body, it feels like stepping right back into place. So I get out of town and back to my herd, eventually. And that's where the trouble starts coming into it, because after I get settled again, I don't know how to explain to everyone else what feels so weird. Like since I can move my body and do everything I used to do, it's functionally the same, like nothing happened. Or it SHOULD be, so I don't know how to explain how it's NOT. But it's just hard to explain it to someone who's never been hit by a truck I guess