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aidashakur

i-am-a-blob-fish

This is called repression and my therapist hits me with a rolled up newspaper when I do it

The body of Christ is an all dressed chip

#husband talks

spaceboytoy

Hello bisexual community

spaceboytoy

Begin killing

tartrazeen

nationwidedornermoment

The last of the classically trained tumblrinas

nylarac

tsunderrated

My husband was asking me about an old embarrassing alt tumblr account, so to throw him off the scent I said

“I don’t know who owns that account, I’ve never met him.”

Only to hear from the other room: “You’ve never met him because ITS YOU”

I fear this has to be the end

#I simply can’t let him see that version of me #they are not real and they cannot hurt me

She’s finally a young woman ❤️

#so proud of my growing girl #it was just yesterday that I was bringing her home from the hospital #and fanposting destiel

Is anyone writing fanfiction about The Red Winter by Cameron Sullivan? I’m gonna need to read it ASAP

#the red winter cameron sullivan #I’d write it myself but I don’t have a clear idea of what ii want

julykings

recovery bug 1

agnes-nielsens

a former coworker is a kind of dead wife

floristicgrave

orpheuslament

this recent trend of teenagers using genAI chatbots to talk to fictional characters is fucking grim. what you should be doing is roleplaying on private messages with your friends until the lines between you & the characters begin to blur & you develop some very complex & confusing feelings for each other that culminate in a massive fallout you dont have the tools to process nor understand

kosmogrl

apenchantforpedantry

genuinely gen should have died long ago but his plot armor is so thick that he is always forced to live. me when i want to be “safely dead” because all of this weight is too much and my god says stop whining and stops me from falling and POSSESS me when I’m on the brink of LOSING it (face like an open grave is going to haunt me FOREVER). the horror of living, of living to see yourself become something you despise. the HORROR of having to accept that the violence you were made to endure is necessary so you can become the version of eugenides who stomach this horrible divine path that has been laid out for you. and you can’t even die!