"lick the fucking dirt off my boots like a good dog" oh bitch i am ERECT!!!!!!!!!! 🐕
seen from Brazil

seen from Albania
seen from Netherlands

seen from United States
seen from Belgium
seen from Argentina

seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Belgium
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from Germany

seen from United States

seen from Canada

seen from Belgium

seen from Belgium
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Russia
"lick the fucking dirt off my boots like a good dog" oh bitch i am ERECT!!!!!!!!!! 🐕
guys i have a confession.
my only-fluent-in-english ass can't read the echte accounts and it makes me feel left out so i'm just pouting kicking rocks in my ignorant USamerican corner
🚨 BREAKING NEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🚨
obtaining my very first pride flag (which i literally cried over) snowballed into my almost five-year relationship with a privileged and ignorant as fuck cishet white-passing male officially ending because i broke up with his manchild ass and i think this is my biggest win for pride month baby holy fuck i feel free as a bird sabrina carpenter's manchild i'm coming for you baby
(dw about how fucking pink the picture is it's simply my burning desire to date fem-adjacent/socialized individuals more than fucking ever burning into the lens)
dealing with multiple chronic illnesses and disabilities with new symptoms and just general issues emerging like once a month will have you so eaten alive by the horrors but desperate for something positive to latch onto that you will be mid-breakdown and realize your silver lining is "omg i had two days with a normal bowel movement" i feel like prometheus having his liver eaten in an eternal cycle of punishment realizing on a cooler day "oh at least my rock is kinda warm :)"
i personally believe fat people who get told their symptoms of literal chronic illness can be solved with exercise get to turn into that pink praying mantis monster and devour the doctor's head and not go to prison or even be questioned about it because we all know why it happened
i've made monumental progress in my "lachryma" journey
first listen: eh, don't vibe with it
comes back sometime later for second listen: ... hmmmmm... maybe the ghouls are onta somethin
bit more time passes, returns for the third listen: you know what. i was wrong and i should be crucified for my sins. like 🎶i'm done CRYYYYYYINNNNNN'🎶 HELLO????? "HAS ANYONE HEARD THIS?!" i scream in a crowded room while the entire fandom has been obsessed over it for a year. they look at me like that meme photo of a bunch of girls at a party staring at the camera in disgust with how late i am. i leave the party but immediately add that shit to my playlist. CRYING OVER SOMEONE LIKE THEM? I'M DONE‼️💯💯
sometimes the gastroparesis hits so hard you just have to accept the fact you might die so you lock the fuck in on breathing in and out one moment at a time until you either succumb to the horrors or survive but ☝️you're left like this
and then you do it all over again for the rest of your life
is setting up emergency contacts
notices an "emergency sharing" option
thinks to myself "oh golly how dandy! that'd be so convenient if i'm ever in an emergency!"
clicks the button to make it usable on my phone
uh oh! BAD DECISION, OZZ!
mother, sisters, and boyfriend all get a text that i'm currently in an emergency accompanied by a fuckass ugly photo of me in bed and an audio recording that is probably just my fan
the realization strikes that i ACTIVATED IT and that the people closest to me are probably panicking
has to admit i had a "i wonder what this button does" moment
i deserve to be killed i deserve to be lobotomized i deserve no buttons near me ever into eternity amen