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The Bowery Presents
occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Cosimo Galluzzi
The Bright Sessions

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Phantogram Three
Claire Keane
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
The Stonewall Inn
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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NASA
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@rabbitmutt
Doggy pup pup Doggy Doggy pup pup ♪
the substance sisters
sitting cross legged always so i can grind my puppy parts into my heel
“you’re such a ray of sunshine!” thanks! one day i chose to act happy and then i kept choosing it over and over and over and over until the neurological pathways formed like desire paths in the thicket. i dug and clawed my nails into the grooves of my brain and carved out joy. i retouch it every day.
how to become good at everything no practice no effort no motivation no passion no talent fast free
[as if this is not a normal and natural human thing to want] yeah i just really want to connect with people for some reason. Like some weird loser freak
it's fine i don't even need to be part of social groups or friend groups anyway (giant hole appears in my chest spontaneously) ? what's that
immediately after an interaction: i have GOT to get more normal oh god i need to get more normal immediately i have to get more normal or they're going to hunt me down they're going to hunt me down and flay me for sport
during an interaction: and why not put a little spin on it? why not add some conversational zest?
its interesting being a weird autistic tranny as a kid and letting yourself get accustomed to the idea that youre just some magically antisocial loser who is "introverted" and is happy being alone and then you grow up and realize that actually you love being social you love hugs you love going out and hate being alone you just hated all of the social opportunities available to you growing up so much you let yourself romanticize solitude as a slightly less miserable state than interacting with people
also thinking about a very drunken hook up with your guy best friend. in the back of his car, so no one else knows.
he eats your pussy with an insane passion, spit on your stomach and thighs, then fucks his entire length into you as hard as he can. its only a couple minutes before you feel him throbbing and spilling inside you, but hes flipping you over before you can feel disappointed.
"gotta 'nother load," he groans. "Gonna give it to you. Not gonna waste this cunt,- god, been hiding a perfect hole from me-"
getting called kiddo makes me feel funny and I’m not afraid to admit it
i am not particularly possessive, however i can recognize when something needs to be owned. a cute little pet pawing at me. a dead eyed doll. a sub that gets high and needy for the sole purpose of letting me take advantage of them. i can't deny their need for that sort of thing regardless of my own personal tastes. i adore being the one to satisfy them. i enjoy being the object of their obsession.
sorry for showing symptoms of the disorder i told you multiple times I have. Do you want me to kill myself?