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My life is just a constant journey to seek warmth. No metaphor. I mean like coats and jackets. Getting under the sheets and standing under heat lamps. Soup.
I'm going on a second date with this guy I really like tomorrow!!!!!!!!
you know what would be Great? if we could go back to when being “daddy’s girl” meant you were spoiled by your dad and not a grown woman who roleplays pedophilia and incest to get your partner off.
you know what would be Great? if people stopped criticizing what some people do behind closed doors when it affects you in no way what so ever.
if yall did it behind closed doors I wouldn’t fucking know about it, sharon.
I’m looking to follow a bunch of tumblr mutuals on Instagram (since I’m there a lot more than here nowadays) so if you see an Erin just followed you it’s probably me.
Also if your username is different than it is on tumblr message me here and let me know
I'm looking to follow a bunch of tumblr mutuals on Instagram (since I'm there a lot more than here nowadays) so if you see an Erin just followed you it's probably me.
shout out to the girls that hate their bodies but are trying really really hard to find the beauty and comfort in them because that shit is hard and takes a lot of time and is emotionally exhausting. i’m proud of y'all.
This is a story about a lonely, lonely man. He lived in a lonely house. On a lonely street. In a lonely part of the world. But, of course, he had the internet. The internet, as you know, was his friend — you could say, his best friend. They would play with each other every day, watching videos of humans doing all sorts of things: Having sex with each other; Informing people on what was wrong with them and their life; Playing games with young children at home with their parents
One day, the man — whose name was @SnowflakeSmasher86 — turned to his friend, the internet, and he said, “Internet, do you love me?”
The internet looked at him and said, “Yes. I love you very, very, very, very, very, very much. I am your best friend. In fact, I love you so much that I never, ever want us to be apart ever again ever’ ‘I would like that,” said the man. And so they embarked on a life together. Wherever the man went, he took his friend. The man and the internet went everywhere together, except of course the places where the internet could not go. They went to the countryside. They went to birthday parties of the children of some of his less important friends. Different countries. Even the moon.
When the man got sad, his friend had so many clever ways to make him feel better. He would get him cooked animals and show him the people having sex again, and he would always, always agree with him. This one was the man’s favourite, and it made him very happy.
The man trusted his friend so much. “I feel like I could tell you anything,” he said, on a particularly lonely day “You can. You can tell me anything. I’m your best friend. Anything you say to me will stay strictly between you and the internet.”
And so he did. The man shared everything with his friend: All of his fears and desires; All of his loves, past and present; All of the places he had been and was going, and pictures of his penis. He would tell himself, “Man does not live by bread alone.”
And then he died In his lonely house On the lonely street In that lonely part of the world
You can go on his Facebook
Actually tumblr all my content is sensitive I have a lot of feelings
me forced to come into this capitalist world and trying to live
person: you look dead
me: thanks
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that feel when ur kinda suicidal but not rly bc ur not gonna kill urself u just wish u were dead