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i disappear sometimes. that’s my thing
Mikkelin leikkipuistossa
who needs therapy when you can Realize™️ things about yourself alone at 1am
i think they should allow everyone in the world to vote in american elections
I wonder if the world at large knows that in Finnish you can call the @ symbol "meowmeow" (miukumauku)
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Songs by the band Leevi and the Leavings, in no specific order:
Man getting drunk alone makes an unwelcome midnight phone call to a woman he hasn't seen for years/decades. She still doesn't want him.
I have purchased a new pair of fancy fashionable trousers and now everyone can see how fashionable I am.
Country boy fell in love with a city girl, and rides to the city to try to find her. People are laughing at his horse.
This sweet, adorable little baby girl looks remarkably like the man living in the apartment downstairs but let's ignore that for now.
No time for romance, look at how many cool home appliances we have now.
1980s rural LGBT youth who has no words for who and what they are, and is only painfully aware of their own ambiguous, undefined queerness, can no longer stand the oppressive, small-minded judgement of their hometown and must leave it all behind.
I am drunk on Christmas.
Everyone in this office wants me carnally.
Big muscle mommy does whatever she wants with me.
A couple buys the house of their dreams, only to discover that the house is rotting and there are no jobs around, and their dream life is devoured in the grinding jaws of poverty.
I am going back to North Karelia, to drink beer in sweatpants while watching the sun rise.
This dude keeps crashing his car because he wants to be a rally driver.
Overcome by hopelessness of their financial situation, a married couple decides to commit double-suicide and take their kids with them.
I am a normal man who wears normal pants.
I regret not telling that spectacularly fat woman how badly I wanted to fuck her.
Does anyone else have this deep, unshakeable feeling that you're only ever tolerated and not actually liked or just me?
The problem with commercial F/M romance is that it's written by the most heterosexual women alive and reading it you feel yourself slowly suffocating from the Gender of it all like a fish in a eutrophying lake. And what we actually need as a culture is F/M written by insane bisexuals violently allergic to heteronormativity
Art by Komako Sakai
ur government assigned gender for the day is the first thing u get when u click this link to a randomised wikipedia article. NO REROLLS . i am the trollsteineggje mountain in norway