Marsapolis - Mars

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"i will never forgive myself for what i let happen to you but i know you will return to me your final night

to tell me you love me,

to sleep easy,

because you never cared much for staying in one place for very long"

-this one was about my favorite big stuffed dog that my real dog chewed up

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i was reading a fanfic today (ghost x reader obvi) where the author wrote "moaning and whining like a bitch in heat" and i had to stop, turn my phone off, and lay on my back to really process where im at in my life journey. 20 years old. college drop out. loser stoner. i sometimes forget how graphic yall get- like someone wrote about the white crust we get on our panties?! hello?! please yall please calm down im begging you T-T (dont. dont ever calm down. its hilarious and hot and sexy and funny and cool)

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Play toys can mean anything from running around in a field together to making elaborate littlest pet shop rp scenarios to playing Minecraft to learning yoyo tricks together to having an elaborate fancy tea party to doing bob Ross paintings together to hardcore bdsm sex. And you can do any of them with your friends if they have time and want to play toys with you btw

this feeling this gives me is what i imagine i make my moots feel every time i post

had a dream that someone suggested the best gender neutral form of address would be Mþ (pronounced Myth) and i immediately said "mith me with that gay shit HEYOOO" and woke up at 4:30am hanging sideways off of my bed

your unreliable narrator fucking bit me

Purple, color of the intuition

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"she laughs. she laughs hard. "'oh, my god, i know'" she says "'they're so big.'" we both laugh at our son's big balls."

-that fucking psycho colleen hoover

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tonights theme? lights & lamps. why? BECAUSE I SAID SO. i finally read a colleen hoover book for the first time, take a wild guess which one. ive been down this COD hyper fixation rabbit hole for the past month, lots and lots of fan fiction has been read, Ghost specifically. but i make exceptions for soap and konig (im equally in love with them all.) ive never played any of the games before but i sure do know all the lore so i think im better than any man, alive or dead.

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"i know when you hear my name, your eyes quiver and your throat feels raw 

you can't help but seize at the idea of hearing my voice again

no one else can quell your parched tongue, as nothing would be more gratifying than me"

-i know i keep quoting my own poetry but ugh let me live >///<

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like any other genderfluid boss babe, i use tumblr to quench my thirst for smutty fan fiction. last night as i was perusing for my night cap i decided "hey, lets read about joel miller just absolutely going to town on my body!" BUT you perverse, fatherless (same lol) FREAKS! cant seem to write anything about that man without it being the most obvious father/daughter fantasy story. freud was so right, why would you let him be right? anyways go read @bageldaddy 's one shot called Sundown cause WOWIE WOAH MAMA! HUMMINA HUMMINA HUMMIMA BAZOOOOOOOOING! * EYES POP OUT * AROOOOOOOOGA! * JAW DROPS TONGUE ROLLS OUT * WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF * TONGUE BURSTS OUT OF THE MOUTH UNCONTROLLABLY LEAKING FACE AND EVERYTHING IN REACH * WURBLWURBLWURBWURLBWURBLWURBLEWLURBWUBRLWURBWLWUBLR * TINY CUPID SHOOTS AN ARROW THROUGH HEART * AHHHHHHHHHHH ME LADY... * HEART IN THE SHAPE OF A HEART STARTS BEATING SO HARD YOU CAN SEE IT THROUGH SHIRT* BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM * MILK TRUCK CRASHES INTO A BAKERY STORE IN THE BACKGROUND *

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"In the distance i see the town we met

clouds open, surrounding the town like a school of fish, sun beaming on the church we spent easter at 3 years ago in the mexican countryside.

you took me out back to help you pick flowers. i gave you so much more.

It's so far now.

the fog is about to put an end to my reminiscing."

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so soo many things to say, first, tumblr psychologist. i need help. why is it that when my family wants me to eat more even when i say no, it almost brings me to tears? next, 2 (TWO) family members so far have asked to see my bf, i told them i didnt have one, and BOTH went "oh... youre 20 though right?" Also the only thing i've done so far is read AO3 smut/fan fic on my kindle so i hope yall are proud. OH AND i am genuinely doing really well here :) i get up early, wash dishes, take care of myself, and read. its almost like im not mentally ill lol

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sorry if this is a dumb question but uhmm is anyone else's boop-o-meter doing this???

bro your whimsy. you forgot your fucking whimsy. your solemn and somber attitude is scaring the hoes