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Hello?

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nsfw sideblogs r so funny. my friend we can't talk here it isn't safe.. we have to go to sex world together

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I want to pin a girl down. Not even to fuck her, at least not immediately. Just to feel the squirm, the fear, the thrill of having a little thing helpless beneath me. I want to feel every muscle of mine work as I keep your face pressed firmly in the mattress. You can thrash, bite, flail, cry, scream, let it all out. It's when you stop because you're exhausted and broken that I'll finally take you.

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i am totally normal about woman scientists. so normal. definitely not thinking about them doing unethical experiments on each other. strapping each other down. electrocution... um what was i saying

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writing isn’t hard it’s just emotionally devastating and time-consuming and requires full body possession by an idea

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drinking water when I have a headache should give instant relief. it should go away. what's even the point of drinking water if it can't do that

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from “you’re so pretty” in your inbox to “you’re so pretty” while i’m inside you

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0 note post recession indicator all my mutuals are working too hard no one has enough tumblr time let’s kill the tesla man

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Sparkle Furs

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I feel like I can do just about anything.

gift for @thegutterbunny / @gutter-bunny-art

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25/06/2025

The dyke of the day is Paul Mccartney!

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Monochrome style sketch commission for @Catcatdragon ✨

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Holding myself back from lyrics posting feels like a personal favor to you people at this point.

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This is the great lesson the depressive learns: Nothing in the world is inherently compelling. Whatever may be really “out there”cannot project itself as an affective experience. It is all a vacuous affair with only a chemical prestige. Nothing is either good or bad, desirable or undesirable, or anything else except that it is made so by laboratories inside us producing the emotions on which we live. And to live on our emotions is to live arbitrarily, inaccurately—imparting meaning to what has none of its own. Yet what other way is there to live? Without the ever-clanking machinery of emotion, everything would come to a standstill. There would be nothing to do, nowhere to go, nothing to be, and no one to know. The alternatives are clear: to live falsely as pawns of affect, or to live factually as depressives, or as individuals who know what is known to the depressive. How advantageous that we are not coerced into choosing one or the other, neither choice being excellent. One look at human existence is proof enough that our species will not be released from the stranglehold of emotionalism that anchors it to hallucinations. That may be no way to live, but to opt for depression would be to opt out of existence as we consciously know it.

The Conspiracy Against the Human Race

Thomas Ligotti

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do u guy know I have boobs

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CHECK. IN. ON. YOUR. PEOPLE.

i’m serious. send a text. send a voice note. pop in with a little “thinking of you” or “you crossed my mind.” be the person who stays. a friend. that cares. that is kind. that shows up even when it’s hard. it matters to them. i promise.