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today I used the phrase "breasting boobily" in casual real life conversation and everyone was shocked asking how I came up with that and I had to explain it. ive been at the devil's sacrament so long that I forgot he wasn't god

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Being a weird little girl as a kid provides two options to you: becoming transgender or becoming a weird adult woman. Both of which are things the world needs more of

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got eaten up with 3 words

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Love gsgw cause #tome the real horror here isn't getting kidnapped by multiple ghostly entities entirely obsessed with you, being trapped by strange entities impersonating people you know, getting stuck in a cabin in the woods with a serial killer on the loose, or even getting lost in a gallery and becoming part of the gorey exhibits.

To me, the real horror is that this is still a corporate job that requires you to put up a whole work persona that alienates you from your own self while you work tirelessly, slowly losing yourself to the Darkness of corporate culture (i.e. experiencing contamination) as you try and reach a seemingly illusory, distant goal that may not even get you what you really want/need (the wish ticket) before possibly crashing and burning and dying while trying.

And on top of that you still have to deal with office politics!

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one CREEPY spider just earned the KISS of a lifetime- turning her back into her original princess form! (larger spider

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reblog to send three ghosts after elon musk

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J

I despise it,

your twisted,

sobbing face

I hate it,

your tearful,

heartfelt,

apologies

And the way,

my flowery words,

crawl,

Out

They are already,

Dead,

you don't seem to notice

My words are withered,

Dried,

Then covered in bile,

and vomit

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Bougainvillea, wisteria

My arms are invasive

I interject in sentences

Where a period was already

Placed, my mouth is an

Ellipses, an em dash, I am

A ghost inside the silence

The filmy feel of forgotten

Like dew sliding down a pre-

Dawn window, watching through

Fingers feeling the pulse of

Blood, of love, of anything

That isn't void, winter wears

Her heavy vestments, we shuffle like

51 forgotten cards, the lack

A hollow sigh

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just had a minor breakdown over line breaks lmao, thanks a lot Tumblr. (Yes, the capital letter was necessary, it shows I'm being Serious)

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As for what happened to everyone else,

well,

they're as good as dead.

Just hunks of mindless rock,

as I constantly have to remind myself,

but it doesn't ever help

And I can't help but sit beside them,

and try to imagine,

easier times,

like when they would smile with me

I'll talk to them,

and pretend that they're responding to me

(Even if they were somehow alive and conscious,

they wouldn't be able to hear me anyway)

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Messed up

I want to crawl inside you,

and curl up beside your heart,

so you can never leave me alone

I want to crack open your ribcage,

reach deep inside your chest,

so I may take ahold of your still beating heart, and finally,

I would have you

Your heart would be the most beautiful of all,

cradled gently in my hands

I wish for an eternity with You,

hearing your heart beat beside me,

feeling myself rising and falling,

with the rhythm of your breathing

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He

When you look for him,

you may follow the trails,

of flowers that bloom where his shoes have tread

He smiles gently,

like the dawn of spring,

and when the light hits his face,

unconsciously,

your face matches his

It is so easy,

to talk around him,

almost alarming,

how quick your guard drops,

but how,

how could I blame you?

Perhaps it is too little,

to say that flowers bloom where he walks,

when he is so much more than that

Flowers bloom,

at his smile,

his gestures,

his kindly voice

He is too good to be true,

a sweet lie,

a wish given form

My mind's own creation,

that I try my hardest to emulate,

in my every action,

every gesture,

every smile,

every word said to your face

I am a falsity,

a lie

Flowers do not bloom,

along my path,

instead,

they hide it

My heart,

littered with dead leaves and withered flowers

It is overgrown,

with bare trees so spindley and skeletal,

so dry that,

a branch could fall,

and shatter into thousands of splinters

How could I ever ask you to love me,

when this place my heart lives,

is where flowers cannot bloom?