I’ve realized I know so many bisexuals. if I threw a party and invited all my friends it would be like 50 bisexuals and a few miscellaneous others
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I’ve realized I know so many bisexuals. if I threw a party and invited all my friends it would be like 50 bisexuals and a few miscellaneous others
u can be boiling alive in your mind for months and then on a random tuesday ur head gets so clear and life is worth living again and you're like damn what was all that about then
how fitting is it that i went stargazing right after this
formative years? aren’t they all?
just overheard somwone say "hey dude i dont see the future I've got two balls and neither is made of crystal" and im absolutely losing it
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WE WERE ON JEOPARDY!!!!!!!!!!
thank you for coming to my this #mythis
really into outside right now. I’ve heard outside is gonna be big this year
i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here
march 4th? unto where?
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peasant visionary: & then it stood before me, a towering wheel of flame that beheld me with 10,000 shimmering eyes!
me: idk man it still sounds like an ocular migraine
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It's crazy that I used to live without the saluting emoji
I need to become more chill and carefree immediately !
Anne Boyer, What Resembles the Grave But Isn’t
[Text ID: Always falling into a hole, then saying “ok, this is not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of the hole which is not the grave, falling into a hole again, saying “ok, this is not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of that hole, falling into another one; sometimes falling into a hole within a hole, or many holes within holes, getting out of them one after the other, then falling again, saying “this is not your grave, get out of the hole,” sometimes being pushed, saying “you can not push me into this hole, it is not my grave,” and getting out defiantly, then falling into a hole again without any pushing; sometimes falling into a set of holes whose structures are predictable, idealogical, and long dug, often falling into this set of structural and impersonal holes; sometimes falling into holes with other people, with other people, saying “this is not our mass grave, get out of this hole,” all together getting out of the hole together, hands and legs and arms and human ladders of each other to get out of the hole that is not the mass grave but will only be gotten out of together; sometimes the willful-falling into a hole which is not the grave because it is easier than not falling into a hole really, but then once in it, realizing it is not the grave, getting out of the hole eventually; sometimes falling into a hole and languishing there for days, weeks, months, years, because while not the grave very difficult, still, to climb out of and you know after this hole there’s just another and another; sometimes surveying the landscape of holes and wishing for a high quality final hole; sometimes thinking of who has fallen into holes which are not graves but might be better if they were; sometimes too ardently contemplating the final hole while trying to avoid the provisional ones; sometimes dutifully falling and getting out, with perfect fortitude, saying “look at the skill and spirit with which I rise from that which resembles the grave but isn’t!” /end ID]