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I’VE GOT TO GET THIS OUT- I- AH!

I had a really gorgeous lady hit on me and I stuttered out a thank you. She complimented my accent and called me a southern belle. She got my number and I feel like I’m going to explode. 🥺🥺💖💖💖

(Background: I’m from Tennessee and I have a decent amount of accent in general but anger/nervousness makes it stronger.)

Valeria: Who told you misandry is bad? Let me guess, Men?

Change numbers a little 👌🏻

(thanks you all, who left feedback under the first picture 🥰)

*doing paperwork late at night*

Price: This is homophobic

Laswell: … we are three minutes into June and you’re already on your bullshit

Price, pointing at her: Homophobic

Laswell: I HAVE A WIFE JOHN

Price: DOES SHE KNOW SHE MARRIED A HOMOPHOBE?

Ghost, sitting in the corner: I want to go to bed

reblog to give your mutuals a BLÅHAJ

Keep talking about Gaza. Keep talking about Palestine. Keep talking about Palestinian martyrs. Keep talking about Palestinian survivors. Keep talking about Palestinian children. Keep talking about war crimes. Keep talking about genocide. Keep talking about colonialism. Keep talking about forced starvation. Keep talking about forced adoption. Keep talking about Israeli occupation. Keep talking about the Nakba of 1948.

KEEP TALKING ABOUT WHAT IS HAPPENING TO PALESTINE

Keep boosting Palestinian history. Keep boosting Palestinian graphics. Keep boosting Palestinian poetry. Keep boosting Palestinian fashion. Keep boosting Palestinian textiles. Keep boosting Palestinian art. Keep boosting Palestinian culture. Keep boosting Palestinian values. Keep boosting Palestinian stories. Keep boosting Palestinian voices. Keep boosting Palestinian life. Keep boosting Palestinian loss. Keep boosting Palestinian love. Keep boosting Palestinian grief. Keep boosting Palestinian hope.

KEEP BOOSTING PALESTINIAN HUMANITY

Piercings

I'm so tempted to get nipple piercings and poppin' them out to spook my friends. He'd be hotter than two rats fuckin in a wool sock.

I’m okay. Just ranting and I feel like shit. 💖

When all your thoughts are running through your mind and all you want is the comfort of your dog- only to remember that he isn’t here anymore. I’m so mentally drained, exhausted and feeling like I can’t handle it anymore.

I’m having some of the most vivid memories of my traumas and I can’t stop crying about it. I feel so lost, I thought that I’d be able to handle my thoughts. I miss the old me before everything. My mind is just too much sometimes.

would you put a discarded fruit sticker on my forehead in whimsical jest yes or no