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alt for @blaster-faguette, i try to post thoughts and friend stuff and pornography here and generally keep less clutter

[futur3diary]

[hail-the-villainess]

Girls can have a berserk mode as a treat. fangs and glowing eyes and animalistic snarling are good enrichment for girls.

[dragongirlbunny]

[werewolf-deactivated20150319]

このお絵かき掲示板はMySQLを(以下略＠ふたば

[marcymagnolia]

a therapist is just some guy who went to gaslighting school to put undesirables in basically jail. rely on me, creepy knife stalker girl, i can also gaslight you and keep you locked up but unlike a therapist i also love you

[marcymagnolia]

no to all of the above and you all have to kill yourselves

[realfakedyke]

i am missing some amount of context

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Dick_(scientist)

[marcymagnolia]

a therapist is just some guy who went to gaslighting school to put undesirables in basically jail. rely on me, creepy knife stalker girl, i can also gaslight you and keep you locked up but unlike a therapist i also love you

[nikonikonek000]

[nikonikonek000]

[catboybiologist]

I really like listening to ppls organs when I cuddle

[catboybiologist]

Like y'know when you're laying on someone's chest or stomach and you start hearing the flow of fluid through their heart and the churning of their stomach and the movement of their digestive tract and the muscles recruited when they swallow

It's so intimate, and so human. Reminds me that we're flesh and blood, and that flesh and blood is a marvelous thing to be

[numbersareimaginary]

THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING!!! FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GIRLS LOOK AT ME WEIRD WHEN I TELL EM THEIR HEARTBEAT IS PRETTY

[preywhore]

u never hear ppl saying fingerbang anymore

[vesperingdyke]

The fight ends with her back against the wall, my hand up her shirt, nails digging into her hip, both of us still furious, and she grabs my jaw and says "you're so fucking annoying" and kisses me like punishment.

[guttercum-deactivated20170920]

*twirls hair and dramatically bats eyelashes* u wanna fuck my throat

[cloudswamp]

crave, sarah kane

[cloudswamp]

why would anyone trust a man who wouldn't suck a cock? ridiculous.

[cloudswamp]

it's so weird and fucked up how people forget about your trauma, even things they witnessed and endured beside you, at times—

like, you don't remember me, tube down my throat in the icu, nurses hovering around me as if they were the worst kind of angels? you don't remember me, skin and bones, tubes coming out of unnatural holes in my body and winding around me as if i were some kind of awful christmas tree that strangers make a point of glancing at once then fixing their gaze elsewhere? i remember eating nothing but ice cubes for eight months straight and how it made my sense of smell sharper than razor wire — like a dog, (i always always a bitch? ha, ha, ha) i knew a meal before it was arranged lovingly onto a plate, felt the memory of it linger along my tongue before that plate clinked as it settled on the table.

i remember the creeping sensation of something wrong, a strange kind of weight pressing against the folded layers of my epidermis from within, another weight pressing from outside, and the sudden notion that my lungs couldn't spread: that's fluid leaking out from a surgical wound undone (not cared for? sewn up with unearned hubris?) and in desperate need of half a dozen cleansed and gloved hands to hold scalpels up to the light before diving into my abdomen and making everything right again— with my awful body, with their grateful minds, with the digital spread of files that medical staff stays up late typing up and sending out– minds tired and indifferent, watching the clock.

even if i pulled each painful moment from my skull– devoted hungry crows are my fingers and they pluck!, snap!, swallow! all the ugly that others don't care to see— there's always the fundamental fact that the marrow clogging my bones is built from the resin of madness. you could carve me up and split me down, pen light illuminating the leftover pieces, and still, STILL!, you'd see manic cells, depressed ones, gripping each other, holding hands in a way where the fingers of one find the gaps between the fingers of the other, and so on, and so forth,— and if every dumb asshole i've met on this planet is right, then my damned soul would rise up, laughing, leaning over while in line and letting a thick string of spit drop from between my lips onto pretentious garden spread of clouds bloomed up around us, holding the line and guiding us to the pearly gates. i'll have that same smug and dogged crooked smile on my face once i'm at the front, when st. peter eyeballs me with the judgmental look of a dedicated strip club bouncer, and happily tell me to fuck off. who wants to be a fucking angel anyway?

[cloudswamp]

tomie, junji ito

[snuff-pantie-deactivated2025072]

[ytendril]