A perfect multimedia.

mollie's real life experience goldfish, destiny, weed, mortgages and much much more my icon is always pon-chan the pup im highly animated even tho im decomposing 🌿🚭🐠 header art by rome church

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1 year clean

Is it worth it?

Is pizza worth it?

There's so many kinds of pizza....

But when it's good it's really good...!!!

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Epic Brag Flex

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Knives loves Andrew more than she loves me it's crazy I've never seen her love anyone but me like this, in fact she did SIX (6) cute-cute tricks in a ROW without stopping for him and he didn't even have any treats. She's like fine mom if you gonna ignore me for him then I'll make him ignore you for me LOL

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Ro n Mo, Mo n Ro I love him so so so so much!!! The babiest baby that ever babied. Nephew of the century

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This is mine 🥺 all mine 🥺 you can't even find this necklace on google images that's how mine it is. The baby seals flippers make a perfect heart on the back...... All mine

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This person is the best. 1 year down and we've had maybe 4 arguments. Always communicate and apologize. Also it's pretty crazy that 1 year in he's still so seductive omg. Like I cannot resist Andrew at all! It's beyond ridiculous. We're always slinging innuendos back and forth. He's so beautiful. Gorgeous long hair. Zero adam's apple. All these feckless!! Ughhh. Life is so good

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Denise did this all on her own and now I'm scared she's fb stalking me because she spelled my name right 😬

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This shit is crazy. My baby brother has a baby. Like, what?? And he's so cute and sweet and perfect. He was born on his due date, which ended up being the same day as the funeral. The funeral of Anthony, brother to the love of my life. Jesus christ that was a bittersweet and bizarre day. We all made it through somehow. Just the other day I lived through my 250th day clean. When I said this shit is crazy I meant it! Even without all of the stuff that's happening in the world around me, this would be an insane year. Death, life, rebirth. All of it as close to me as possible. I can't sleep in this uncomfortable hotel bed which is why I'm writing. I want to see Rowan again right now, not in the morning. I want Andrew right next to me so I can use his chest as a pillow. I have no complaints, just wants. And wishes. I wish that crash didn't happen. I wish I didn't even have an addiction. I wish my family wasn't so far away. I only see 3 stars, so goodnight.

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Rowan Lee 💕

My perfect nephew 💞

We are gonna have so much fun, little guy.

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🥰🥰🥰

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Look at this crazy man. I love him!

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I really thought Tumblr would be where I posted about a random friend my dealer brought to my house like twice, but no. No info on that friend. I will forever be clueless about the first time I met him. That's... Fine because I remember nearly every second of said weed dealers show where I met said friend again! And that's where shit got truly real

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Woah. Hello Tumblr!!

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i dont want these human feelings i just wanna eat fish and soak up some sun 😩😞

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i am holding hands with a girl at the pet store. i love how her voice changes when she speaks to different animals. round and bubbly for the angelfish, high and breathy for the calico kittens, sonorous and slithery for the python. she loves them all, even the great hairy tarantula that makes me cringe. 

i am holding hands with this girl whose halo of hair glows banana yellow under the heat lamps in the reptile section, who offers her index finger to teething kittens. she asks “can’t we have one?” in the voice she uses for only me. a voice i can’t describe without using her name, but i imagine joan of arc heard something similar the day she picked up a sword. she is still holding my hand, and i feel like i’d sink into cartoon quicksand if i let go. so i don’t.

“are you two… together?”

this is not unfamiliar, but the woman’s voice, the voice she has chosen, is angrily acidic. this woman has laced her tone with arsenic, without even a passive aggressive teaspoon of sugar to hide her poison. she inhales, puffing herself up like a frightened lizard before her final words. 

“there are children here, you know.” 

in the future, i think of a thousand things to say. we were children too. two girls holding hands after school. two girls holding hands at the movie theatre, two girls in a booth at tony’s pizza, two girls sharing awkward first kisses after two solo cups of wine in someone else’s backyard. two girls holding kittens at a pet store on a saturday afternoon. 

i know now that they see us through funhouse mirrors: distorted, disturbed, our monstrous bodies taking too much space, spoiling innocent spaces with our imposing sexualities. our innocence never ours to begin with.

even with this, there is nowhere i would rather be than holding hands with her in a pet store, with her voice like rain on a hot day, her peach lips blowing kisses for fish, her grip tightening as if to say “i dare you to take this away from me.”

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