iâm sorry i know everyone loves jimothy the raccoon but if i saw that thing running at me in the dark i would probably draw a firearm
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iâm sorry i know everyone loves jimothy the raccoon but if i saw that thing running at me in the dark i would probably draw a firearm
And yet, here I sitâfinal 3. I think I deserve it. I want the title of Sole Survivor.
Reblog and put in the tags what your blog title (not URL!) is a reference to.
can you remember the name of every person youâve kissed?
yes, I remember all their names
I could name most of them but there are few I canât remember
if you put all of them in a room I could put a name to at least half the faces
iâm not confident I could name a quarter of them, let alone half
I canât remember more than one or two names
Iâve never kissed a soul and want to see the results
look what he can do
bioluminescence by Paul Tran
survival mechanism they donât emphasize enough is memorizing a poem. you memorize a poem you have a little lift raft for a variety of situations
efforts towards a "positive vision of masculinity" or whatever are so funny because what these guys are trying to figure out is literally "what's a way of being a good person that's Not For Girlsâ˘"
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thanks i made a little painting about it
louis du pointe du lac if he was born in the 90s: it was the two thousands... a new age, not only on the calendar, but across the ramshackle collage of fields and mountains and strip malls we somehow had the gumption to call a country. the era of the glossy Seventeen magazine, pilfered from a friend's older sister, the secrets of a womanhood we could only imagine grasping spilling out from its pages in a private, sordid puddle that we wished desperately to drown in. the siren call of claire's, a klaxon of childish hedonism, luring us with its gauche, sparkling fuschias and and royal purples and ever-present ocean deep ceruleans... an era of bedazzlement, not only on our clothes but on our TV screens, our magazines, the pulsating paisleys of the deLiA's catalogue promising us a future where a beaded curtain could bring a touch of Bohemian mystery to our banal, suburban homes...
the idea that kink is somehow safe from critique and prejudice or harm is so fucking funny. ah yes bodies, desire, and power, three things that have famously never been utilized in harmful ways. great news everyone yes we are all existing in complex systems of oppression and violence BUT!!!!!! itâs on pause when we are horny
The person who tweeted âyâall canât even boycott Chick-fil-Aâ was right then and continues to be proven right now
They could never make me hate you, complex female character whose reaction to trauma was not pretty and digestible like how people think it should be.