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theythembobdylan

this is my one wild and precious life fucckkkkkkk fuckkkkkk fucckcckkkkkkk

sixpenceee

xjmlm

Anastasia Samoylova , Gator (Florida, 2017) , from the series 'FloodZone'

angelbabymikaa

i’ve been so well-behaved i deserve to light things on fire now

sukimas

"you should be at the club" i should be in the woods. performing the ritual.

future-crab

The key to writing good fanfiction is to harbor a deeply humiliating desire, and the trick there is that even pretty basic and societally-accepted desires like “being held” and “being wanted” CAN and WILL be humiliating if they’re intense enough. Become so estranged from human connection that the idea of someone playing with your hair fills you with yearning so deep you feel like you’re going to throw up and you will write some banger fanfiction. It might have some other consequences too but idrk about that.

tastylemonbread

friend who went to bed is a type of dead wife

didderd-reblogs

#friend who is on a different work schedule than you is a type of dead wife #😔😔😔

sioltach

YOU DID NOT COME INTO THIS WORLD. YOU CAME OUT OF IT, LIKE A WAVE FROM THE OCEAN. YOU ARE NOT A STRANGER HERE

64mpg

it has always been a dream of mine to relax

transfemininomenon

where would we be without them

lightbulb-warning

many such foolish cases :)

7thrsd

a goodbye kiss from your 🫲partner🫱 after a hard day at work

#YUP!!!!!!!#jayvik

alaahygge

this morning i read this poem with a girl i tutor (who’s not a big fan of poetry) and she loved it. thank you paula bohince.

boykeats

[ID: the poem 'as bee' by paula bohince. poem text reads,

"Forgive my trespass, I mistook for work a crown of raspberries and custard. Thank you, tartlet, thank you, Miss, for arranging it on a doily on a saucer, thank you, Nature for these hypnotizing concentrics. My mother (did I have one?) was likewise hypnotic. My queen, she used and tossed me, thoughtless, from the palace. But this isn’t a poem of woe. I’m illiterate to that emotion. Spackled with sugar, I’ve swum through dispassionate debris. I’m ready to lie, freakish and freezing, in a berry. This is my first and only spring on earth. I get it. I’m free as an orphan who’s aged out of a baffling system. Still, the snowfall mornings. Still, the rosy sometimes. To be alone in this world is fatal. I accept that. It was all a blur, anyway. No biography. A complicated coin paid my passage. Thank you. I won’t be returning."

/end ID]

#poetry

we as a society have not spent enough time discussing how snails fuck. i am so serious.