a kitty is like a stuffed animal that is so heavy and it bite you and she loves you so much and you're best friends
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a kitty is like a stuffed animal that is so heavy and it bite you and she loves you so much and you're best friends
trying to jerk off but every time i reach into my pants its just sand. sand slipping through my fingers...
John O'Brien for NEW YORKER magazine, 1991.
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it's always "why do you pace so much" and never "how was the pacing was the pacing fun"
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This sick bleach shirt I made. Something to showcase my undying love for prehistoric cave art.
Some of the bleach burned thru the shirt bc this was my first time bleaching anything ever, but it kinda adds to it.