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Intro !

✧˚ · . Hi guys ! So I just wanted to make a little introduction, since I’ve gotten a few more mutuals recently!

✧˚ · . I’m Abby! But you can call me Ab or Abigail, which ever you prefer.

✧˚ · . I’m an Aquarius sun, Pisces rising, Capricorn moon ! My birthday is February 13 ! I’m an intp!

✧˚ · . Some of my favorite artists are Greta Van Fleet, Ethel Cain, The Beatles, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Adrienne Lenker, Lana Del Rey, The Cure, The Smiths, Phoebe Bridgers, Jeff Buckley, and so so many more.

~ I love fashion, especially vintage fashion.

~ I play the bass guitar.

~ Some of my favorite movies are Lady Bird, Uptown Girls, The Holdovers, Fantastic Mr. Fox, What We Do in the Shadows, and Lisa Frankenstein.

~ Please comment some things about yourself or just anything ! <3

~ Also I am vey open to movie, show, and music recommendations !!

I miss my wife. 💔😪

Girls don't judge other girls, that's something stupid boys do. xoxo

my next piercing

this is actually me. 😪

Me looking at myself in the mirror at 3am after reading smut for 4 hours straight instead of sleeping:

The problem is that America has beaten down its people for decades and gotten them weak and desperate and now promises a way out, a way to transcend and rise above, through selling out their fellow man. They encourage contempt and hatred as one way ticket to not being included with the masses being death marched to poverty or imprisonment or whatever other bitter end surely awaits the people they’re told are beneath them. An embarrassingly large chunk of white men are just straight up nazis these days as a way to dissociate from the rest of the carnage around them, even if they’re broke and uneducated and from an impoverished background themselves. They’ll vote for and align themselves with anything for a taste of power and control that makes them feel a little less helpless. The same goes for minorities. They’ll punch down if they think it’ll get them somewhere, even if in reality they’re punching sideways. I don’t know what else to say, really. Everybody is so incredibly hateful. We are a loveless, disrespectful nation. We are so spread thin by our government that we would sell each other out in a heartbeat for an ounce of relief. This is what we’ve come to.

It’s not even about Trump at this point. He’s gonna get in office and do whatever he does and it’s gonna be a mess but whatever. This is indicative of deeper problem. This is just the ugly consequence of the already present reality in this country that we all just despise each other. There is no solidarity and there is no love. Trump being in office or not doesn’t change the fact that America is a breeding ground for violent hatred. Trump has given people a shining example of how to give in to the worst parts of your human nature and make it the problem of everyone around them. I don’t even know what we’re supposed to do about that. I don’t know if that’s something we can come back from. And if anything COULD be done about it, Trump certainly wouldn’t do it. Honestly, Kamala probably wouldn’t have either. We are so deeply fucked.

However, I must say, if you voted for Trump, I hope that peace never finds you. Instead, I hope clarity strikes you someday like a clap of lightning and you have to live the rest of your life with the knowledge and guilt of what you’ve done and who you are as a person.

Love yall. Shit is so bleak but the world keeps spinning until it doesn’t, I guess. We can’t count on the government for literally even a shred of progress or hope so just keep up the good fight in your own personal lives. That’s literally the only thing to be done at this point. Stay safe out there. Maybe buy a gun.

“You’re so funny 😆 !”

Thank you! My idea of a good time is scrolling thru pics of underweight girls and comparing myself to them!

THIS IS A MASTERPIECE AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH.

my head is whirling thinking about kissing robin

she’s a clumsy kisser, at first. her nose bumps into yours more often than not and her hands are squishing your face rather than cupping it and sometimes, when she’s trying to press you against the door or her bed or the counter, she slips and you get a flash of teeth on your bottom lip that is like a shock of electricity through your bones, startling and graceless. but it’s nice, because she kisses you like she’s hungry for it, passion burning behind her tongue, lashes fluttering on your cheekbones. you feel wanted. she makes you feel important and desired, the way she whines and nibbles and fumbles cluelessly with the buttons on your shirt so she can trail those fire kisses down onto your chest, suck them into your collarbone ; your neck.

she gets better at it, though, through practice. less messy, but always filled with love. she learns she likes kissing slow, too, limbs tangled together underneath the duvet when the sun is peaking in through the blinds and the birds are only just waking up, singing sweet in the way that makes this all feel like a fairytale or a dream, a figment of her imagination . except it’s not— because she can feel your heartbeat against her chest, the reassuring ba-dum, ba-dum, that sets the pace for the lazy, rhythmless kiss she’s giving you, left hand underneath your head and curled into your hair, angling your mouth just right, right hand on your hip, pulling you closer. it’s still bleary with sleep but it is gentle, comforting, the kind of kiss you wish for on stars.

she adores those in passing kisses too. the ones she presses to your cheek when she’s in a rush to get to work, because she slept through her alarm and steve’s honking at her in the drive-way, probably pissed that he’s going to have to forgoe his morning coffee to get the both of them there on time. how, it’s never quite enough— because she’s a girl with a heart made for loving, so she’ll turn on her heel to give you a couple more, a peck on the brow, your nose, your lips (in that order) just for good measure. how she’ll blow you a kiss goodbye and how she ends up daydreaming about how you caught it and held it close to your chest, chuckling as steve emerged to drag her away from the collar because she was really considering going back just for one more, because you’re so cute it makes her impervious to good judgement.

robin decides, the best kind of kisses are the ones you smile into , though. the quick, feather light ones that she dishes to you one after the other, rapid fire, as you giggle at her and wrap your arms around her shoulders as she spins you around and tells you that she loves you, over and over again, because she does. she likes the way your eyes crinkle shut and your nose scrunches and you gasp in excitement and surprise— it tugs so much at her heartstrings she thinks you could pull her heart right out of her chest if you wanted, because it is yours for the taking.