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forked-tongue-blasphemer

Smiling Bats

Bodleian Library, MS. Ashmole 304; 13th century; England, St. Albans; f.47v

sophsun1

#me core

The Snoopy Show (2021–2023)

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here are the bats. if you were curious

buttpoems

queerstudiesnatural

some of my favourite sign fails <3

scissorsaint

(flirting) i could be your problem

everythingfoxes

foxpost-generator

it fucken WIMDY

zukosgay

no internet interaction will ever again reach the high of chaos of the “does germany still exist?” officialgermangovernment: “Yes” “thanks”

zukosgay

this shit absolutely sends me

queerstudiesnatural

some of my favourite sign fails <3

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the new dj crazytimes song … now that’s what I call music!

vedajuno

allthestarscantfillalifetime

The over-pronunciation of every word is so spot on lol

#women are my favourite guy #bahaha

tofutomato

you gotta read, you gotta write, you gotta draw, you gotta watch films and shows. there is literally NO time to be employed

alphacrone

pulling yourself up by your strap-on or whatever they say

shrimpleasthat

German Summer Gothic

The weather forecast says a heat wave is coming. It’s never been this hot before, you feel like taking off your entire skin. The Thermostat says it’s 23 °C. The basic rules of modesty do not apply anymore. You get as naked as you can possibly afford at all times. Can you wear a bikini top and boxer shorts to university? Your professor does. Flip Flop. Flip Flop. Flip Flop. You turn around to see if someone is following you. No one in sight. You walk a little faster. Flip Flop. Flip Flop. They’re almost here. You sit next to a stranger on the bus. Your thighs are touching. When you try to get up for your stop, you cannot move. The stranger is staring out of the window, but you can’t see their face in the reflection. Your upper legs have fused together and it will only be a matter of time before one of you consumes the other. It’s 36° and it’s getting heißer. Life doesn’t feel hard at all. It’s getting heißer and heißer. You try to turn off the radio, but as soon as you turn your back to it, it’s 36° again and it’s getting heißer. The Klimaanlage in the Deutsche Bahn is broken. It’s always been broken. You’ve heard people say there is a single car where it works, but it’s never the one you’re in. The doors of the Tram open and 50 hungry lungs breathe in in unison. You don’t hear anything but the rattling over the Weichen until the next stop. You didn’t know you could hold your breath this long. You come home to find all of your shoes have been replaced with Flip Flops. Even the Sandalen you put on your own feet this morning have transformed while you were out, it seems. Or did you put them on? You can’t remember. There’s no answers. You wake up to the sun shining in your face. It’s 4 am and your window is on the north side of the house. Mom asks you to mäh the Rasen. You are sure you did it yesterday, but you also feel your nostrils longing for the smell of frischgeschnittnem Gras. How long has it been since you’ve eaten anything? The Flutschfinger at the Kiosk is 4,50€ now.