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Say it with me "I am valid"
Tumblr asks are so incredible what does this even mean
Is this because it is pride month or.
I diagnose you with straight people opinions. Please keep them to yourself.
What- What opinions are those?????? I'm like, genuinely curious???
Does this make me famous now
“Jet skis are a gift from god” my good man what the FUCK does that mean????? Are you a cocaine dealer???? Can I have some????
TW:Hints at possible suicide, and hinted at sexual harassment (maybe?)
For the last three days, I’ve been having the same dream.
There’s a girl in a sky blue dress, brown boots, and a green jacket that’s just a bit too big for her. The girl is on top of a rooftop, with a blank yet solemn look on her face. All of the sudden, she starts to dance ballet. She pirouettes across the rooftop, music starts to play softly. It’s eerie and slightly makes you feel unpleasant. She dances closer and closer to the edge of the roof, as she dances the expression on her face never changes for even a second. All of the sudden, three demons appear. I guess they were demons, they had horns. They had charcoal black skulls but their bodies were complete muscles, like if you look at the muscular system in an anatomy textbook, that’s what they look like. Their lower bodies however, were made of vapor. They started dancing with her, similar moves to how regular male partners dance with female ballerinas, but they were touching her in a strange way. They were caressing her thighs, hips, shoulders, and face. They tossed her around to one another, as the music gets louder and starts to build up. The girl is let go and she dances gracefully on the very edge of the rooftop. The music pauses… then reaches its climax as she does a grand jeté leap off the roof. The demons catch her and continue to dance and grope her in the air. The music continues to build up as they throw her to each other and get higher and higher above the city… but then they disappear… and the girl plummets into the street below her, still wearing that emotionless face as she hits the concrete…
And then I wake up…
I don't need just kaiser fanfics, I need to inhale him too.
I have no idea who/what kaiser is but I am interested ( rubs hands together in an evil way😈🙏)
Based on your 2nd, 10th, and 18th most recent emojis, how will your weekend go?
Going to evil bed bath and beyond to buy a new discomforter
Just saw this and I am so confused...
ur first and last recent emojis are ur gender now. mine is 🅱👨❤💋👨
New article by Asano Atsuko, author of No. 6!
This article was printed in the Nikkei evening edition, and the following image of it was posted on Twitter. In the article, Asano hints at a potential continuation for the story of No. 6 (!!!). @aowyn translated the article and kindly granted us permission to post the full translation, so you can see for yourself!
I've always loved chocolate. Probably, this is because of a memory.
A long time ago, I received a large chocolate bar from a relative. I split it with my older sister. While that's not much of a memory, I remember the sweetness of the chocolate bar and the feeling of how it slowly melted in my mouth. When I reached adolescence, however, hearing tall tales like if you eat too much chocolate you get acne, gain weight, etc took me in, and I left chocolate behind for a while.
Now, though, I eat chocolate nearly every day. It's just a little bit of high cacao chocolate, but it's my dessert at lunch.
I choose chocolate anywhere between 80%-90% cacao. It's bitter, but I love the sublimity of the bitterness mixing together with the sweetness that comes from behind.
Especially when spinning a tale about boys, I eat more bitter chocolate. That was the case when I wrote "Battery" and when I was tackling the world of No.6. Why, I wonder? Even I don't know. It may just be a matter of preference. But when I try and draw out a stronger, denser relationship between two boys, or face individual differences that won't be reconciled, I always end up wanting chocolate that is more bitter.
When the protagonist of the novel is a girl, this becomes strangely unnecessary. Even if I eat it as an after-meal dessert, I don't feel a strong desire for it. It's really strange. Compared to strong girls who shape their world to their will, boys carry a certain peril somewhere behind their toughness. I wonder if that's just me feeling that way, though. Hm, I'm not sure. I wonder how that boyish peril is tied to the flavor of chocolate. I really don't know.
This year, a new No.6 series began. Bitter chocolate is lined up on my desk. As the bitterness that lingers on my tongue gives me a push forward—"Now, write!" it says—I'm face to face with the boys.
❤️❤️🔥🍦☀️🕴🏻
I don’t know what aesthetic this is
💯🙏💛🟨👍
Google Play search for E-Play free music software
Put down the phone, grandma. It's bedtime. Come on, I'll tuck you in.
There you go, all cuddly with Mr.Whiskers.
I thought I was 69? Who the hell am I?
God, shit, sorry I forgot who you were for a minute, everyone's wearing glasses, are you glasses boy 53 or 47?
Do you ever feel like a starving carnivore?
What do you mean?
Well, sometimes, very rarely mind you, but once in a blue moon I get into this mood where I like, feel like I wanna eat organs or some shit. Not a random person though, I'm not Jeffery Dahmer! It's like I wanna eat myself? Like I get a rage and my head gets filled with violent gore and screaming and I wanna tear flesh from bone like I'm a wild animal or a monster or something, but in a weird way at the same time I always wanna be torn apart myself, feel the pain, I desire it. I tend to eat gas station meats when I feel like that, viciously rip it with my teeth, sometimes I get cheetos or takis too and it's like I'm breaking through bones, and in a weird way, I'm not me anymore. I'm a monster tearing myself apart. I'm a ravenous creature feasting on fresh meat and chewing through bones and drinking in the viscous blood. I'm me and I'm the monster I run from, I'm the monster and the meat.
When it ends it helps, I feel better, I'm not mad anymore, the monster is fed and it can go back to it's cage for a long time before it inevitably begins to starve again.
I don't know how to get rid of the monster that desires so desperately sometimes to eat me and begs for a visceral mess of carnage. I don't think I could deny it forever no matter how hard I tried. I can delay it, I don't open that cage until I am home, but the monster won't let me rest if I don't feed it eventually, fake meat, fake blood, fake bones, for the imaginary monster. I don't know how to get rid of the desire to be torn apart by it.
Like I said, it doesn't happen often, and I never hurt anyone in reality, I don't even hurt anyone in my head, the monster eats me, I am the monster, I only eat myself. I don't know what that means though.
The best way I can describe it is feeling like a starving carnivore.
WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE CALLED⬆️
I NEED TO LOOK IT UP ON PINTEREST RN
S.O.S
Ok Paranormal Bottom, keep it clenched.
What. What the Hell does this mean. I am so confused.
upsidedown beacon of sin that swims in space
I made a fursona generator its kinda cool Tell me what you got in the tags!
