lemme grind my pussy on this stalagmite real quick lol
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.
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this is Garf's sunroom, bathroom, living room, and kitchen, respectively. my header image is his office! (sorry no poetry today :/)
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every day when i wake up i take a womans multivitamin and think "everyones divided on if these work or not, maybe i shouldnt even take them :(" and then proceed to say out loud "im not even a woman lol." i then grab my balls out of the saline solution i soak them in overnight, to keep them taught, and stick em back on me to continue my day! its so easy being green! or whatever the fuck that frog said!
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Mafalda doing the get a load of this guy pose for when some gringo says some absolute gringada
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"i crawl out of my tainted home
feeling the dirty air, my birth right.
because i am selfish"
-it's my poetry again!
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hey hey guys, i know it's been a bit, i'm sorry. i finally have wifi for a night so i'll take this opportunity to tell you. I MISS YOU T-T genuinely so very much my loves. very parasocially. ALSO i think i am going to change my name... idk if im gonna change my blog name yet because i really do love my current name (mars) but it has people connected to it that i don't want to associate or think about. i'm going to go by Rhiannon for a bit (ugh i know it's cringe to say but fleetwood mac is my favorite band sooo) and one of my friends has already nicknamed me nonny so feel free to call me that too :)
-all the love in the world, your pal 4 life, me >///<
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"Qué delicada manera de soñar tiene tu alma... Jamás me había topado con una tan pura como la tuya, pareciera que veo al cielo andar sobre la tierra, y es glorioso, majestuoso y tierno; todo eso eres tú."
-https://esuemmanuel.tumblr.com/page/3
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back to the one picture a day💪🏽 for some reason all day today ive been upset. i dont know at what or why but im just upset. i think reading fan fiction all night will heal me so im gonna grab a snack and do that. do some self care tonight ladies, you deserve it<3
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"'Suffering is a great grace' is spat over my small trembling body
and I think to myself, for fear of being given more,
'then I must be the greatest saint of all'
because why else would God curse me with pain so young?
to even bear witness to what I've gone through is enough to bring grown men to tears"
-me!! written on the fly because i had nothing prepared for tonight!
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i posted some tiktoks for the first time in like months. felt kinda hot for the first time in awhile (⌒_⌒;)
anyways thats its!! love you >///<
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"Someone asked how I feel about Captain Crunch. I'm capable of eating an entire box of it without any milk. It is a sweet taste that is indescribable. Captain Crunch is its own flavour."
-my baby, my husband, my lover, Pedro Pascal
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you know, when i made that post about judge judy, i was really thinking about pedro pascal. ive been his fan since i was a child watching my mom watch law & order and buffy. i grew up thinking people on tv stayed that age (i didnt understand the concept of time) and i was utterly disappointed to find out that he did not wait for me (he didnt stop aging and wont sleep outside his age range, which i guess makes him a good person? but like cmon? its me? the literal love of your life?) if he would have me, i would take care of him in old age. change diapers, give medication, bathe him. i would remind him every day of who he was, every reason i love him, and any memory i could think of to remind him that hes human. that he deserves to be here just as much as anyone, else even in sickness.
now that ive basically wrote out my wet dream, bye! love you!!
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"i know two things that will make a person sin
the first is a truck driver without pen
and the second thing that will make you faint
is simply the word tain-"
-an old coworker of mine who never failed to steal giggles from me
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im currently reading Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern and its so fun. every review ive seen about it always says something along the lines of "no clue whats happening in it, love the vibes tho" and then they rate it like 10/10. so far yes 100% is so vibey, no clue what ive read so far but ughh!!! i may be doomed to only knowing what a loving relationship is from the outside; i fear one day ill wake up 70 years old in a cold bed with nothing to my name and a heavy, unrelenting addiction to Judge Judy. its such a fun read for the fall too!! it just fits so well with the season! i think the next book i wanna read tho will be some kind of sapphic love story. im tired of straight people! smooches<3
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"and I love Vermont, but it's the season of the sticks and I
saw your mom she forgot that I existed
and it's
half my fault, but I just like to play the victim"
-noah kahan!!! my beloved!!!
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hello again!!! i definitely have kept on track and missed no days!!! mother nature making us hivemind? so many things added together (loss of scopaesthesia due to phone use, opting for different choices then either supporting or vetoing each other until reaching a consensus, pheromones, etc.) make hivemind in nature, so us too?
answer plz help
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i was having a very tmi convo in a hotel bar with my friend where he was telling me that every time he is intimate, he immediately cleans and goes to bed.
i say "hey that's a little american psycho"
he says "well, do you have ibs?"
and in that moment, i really believed that he was telling me that the reason he hits it and quits it is because of his ibs. ibs makes you loveless.
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