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I don't wear a packer because if you're staring at my crotch that's pretty gay of you, and ain't gonna get worked up over what some zipper-gazin' nancyboy thinks about the fact that I ain't got no dick and balls.

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"I wanted wings solely to reach the cleaner undisturbed air

Be told I was better for reaching so high

I now know I was destined for the bottom

Only those born of storks should ever touch clouds"

-me lol

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first post on this account!! on every post i'll have where i found whatever image and who posted it in the alt text, but please pretty please let me know if i miss any. like i said in my bio, i'm really only posting to make my own curated image board though i still want to give credit to where i find them! in these little sections i'm thinking of writing about my current read, tbr list, current fandoms, etc. i'll probably even make little diary entries :D sorry this has been long enough!

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The bull pants in the thick heat of its own blood. It strains against its own largeness. This is no field, there is no grass, no open sky, no cows, no shady tree. In due process the cranium is split from the corpus, and the bull returns to its sky and field.

The headless bull is a monument, an excess. A massive trash-heap of shit. The pile is rummaged through and slowly digested by the infinite number of earthly coprophiles. Hot globs of muscle and skin, gushing blood and seeping tears, all melted by bile into running shit. This hot alchemical slag of the coprophagic digestive tract flows across the lands, distributed across every meridian, from dust to dust. The body is not returned to earth whole but dissolves into the same feces that all become.

But the castrated head seeks another body. It resolves never again to touch the unclean earth. The sacrificial bull head, with horns erect like excited angel wings, its eyes rolled up in pleasure and locked like a hunter to the twinkling stars, its tongue drooping out for a taste of divine wind, is set to final orgasmic blaze over licking flames. Fur, skin, muscle, snot, spit, eyeballs, brains, all rendered dark and sacred cloud: A final little death for the remaining mundanity. A vein to Heaven has opened, and the ashes flow upward into the vaulted cranium of the sky along the pulsing hot wind. In a thousand years another celestial eye will join the countless others of the night.

i don't budget because i know eventually this system will collapse and people will come to me to see old vintage stuff that only i have now

Being a flop changed my life. The world is not my oyster, I am glowing. I walked into a pole this morning. There's very little I wouldn't do for $1,000

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"my mouth fishes for words to speak into existence to remind myself I am here

my tear stained face tight, my teeth bared to the stars above

this is my mark on the universe"

-atp im just gonna stop adding these because ive only ever used ONE(1) other persons quote so

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i yearn to be full of sugar like a hummingbird. im trying to make myself have a new hyperfixation and i just cant :/ like im really trying. also once im back from my trip (in 5 days from now :0) i want another tattoo, something to remind me of my time there. ok no more brain juice bye bye loves u *mwah*

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i work at *unnamed* law firm, specifically in the car accident area and this is exactly what it feels like to drive after every picture i've seen. i'm so scared of being degloved.

i hate driving. here are the laws! if you break them there will be consequences! except youre also expected to break the law just a little bit. people will get mad at you if you dont. you dont have right of way but the person who does is waving you forward for some reason. here's the speed limit! it's not the speed limit, the actual speed limit is that plus ~5-10. the light is green but you're in the turning lane. can you go? should you have gone just then? the person behind you is honking at you. there's a weird noise coming from your engine; if you try to do the right thing and get it checked out, will you get scammed? you are driving a 1-2 ton metal machine rocketing at speeds unknown to humankind for most of history. around a million people die in car accidents every year; that's about one person every thirty seconds. if you take that seriously and try to drive safely then people get mad at you.

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"Heaven is the bronze horse statue you sat me on. i was young and you're smile shone brighter than the hot sun that soaked that horse for hours before we showed up. But i was young and i had so few memories where you were good to me, even now, so many years later. The burn on my thighs could never compare to the pride i had of making you happy, dad."

-guess who. again.

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haha... hey you guys... its been awhile huh? haha. anyways ive been thinking a lot about pedro pascal since hes my soulmate and the loml. also ive been thinking about how that might be tied to my relationship with my father, who i no longer speak to, so maybe someone can decipher that for me lol. i should probably make another account where i can shit post too because i have so many ideas that i dont really want to dedicate a whole post to. also there are things i wanna reblog but i dont want... i dont really want you guys thinking im some kind of degenerate freak

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🪄🦄🧞‍♀️🧞🧚🏼🧚‍♂️🧙‍♀️🪻🌑🔮

wanting to talk to people is so fucking embarrassing. literally hi it's me again I wanted to have a conversation with you because I think you're fun to talk to. oh god you can just fucking kill me if you want sorry

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"'you came for three months"

"and i'm leaving for three years"

"when you get back, i might not be here"

"promise you'll stay"

"i'm meant for this age, but i'll leave you the home

on the hilltop where you can see the panteón'"

-this part of the song is where i talk to my grandma and she says she's going to die soon :/ she's cray cray

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its officially past 12am, it's my birthday! i'm turning 21 today :) i'm going to get so legally shitfaced! i made sure to make this post so so extremely colorful to match the color of my feelings.

p.s. my wish this year is for everyone in the world, on this day, to find and hold some happiness. whether it be from their favorite food, or falling in love, or getting their dream job. i love you guys mwah

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