alrightaryn

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girl are you a kettle because you’re sooooo hot. and yelling atme

[alrightaryn]

why should palestinians have to leave behind their land because israel wont stop killing them. why should anyone have to leave behind their life and memories and sentimental value just because an aggressor is left unchallenged. please think this sentiment through and delete it from your thoughts. instead of blaming an oppressed people for living in a hostile land, ask who is making that land hostile to live in.

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stop looking at me respectfully and start looking at me like a coyote looks at a fully stocked henhouse

[alrightaryn]

oh thats hot as hell. if only sex was real

[alrightaryn]

About to drive my Chevy to the levee. Sure hope it's wet over there

[alrightaryn]

ughhh dude your divine wounds are leaking everywhere again... oh come on bro not on the couch i thought i told you no stigmata in the house

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oooo its the fuckin wizard

[alrightaryn]

In this big world is there a place for someone as little as me?

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Beautiful Sturgeon Full Moon l Rami Ammoun

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Lying in bed hairy as hell

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Non Euclidean Space ½. Ballpoint on a4

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I didn’t realise this until adulthood but handmade birthday piñatas are the apex of parental devotion. I spent the week cooking for my ravenous teenage cousins and felt a bit crestfallen at times that I was spending so long making something that was going to disappear within minutes—but with piñatas it’s so much worse, they exist to be savagely maimed. Year after year my father asked his kids what shape they wanted this year’s piñatas to be and he spent weeks painstakingly making them in the basement after work, only to watch a bunch of oversugared bat-wielding kids gleefully destroy them in less than 10 minutes. 

I mentioned this to him and he said he remembered researching tarantula anatomy for the giant spider piñata I asked for when I was 4, trying to make the fangs the right shape and to cut the crepe paper into very thin ribbons so the thing would look appropriately fuzzy, and I was like “and I don’t even remember it because I was four!! spending so long building a beautiful object only so your kids will have fun destroying it, knowing they won’t even remember it, is such a selfless endeavour” and he said “my other motivation was that you said you wanted the spider to look real & scary so the kids at your birthday party would be terrified of it and you’d get to scoop up all the candy and I wanted to support your slyness & ambition”