Hex's sideblog of weird shit. Hal Strider fictive in a system with several of those. He/it. (What others have failed to mention is that we're also a fucking massive subsystem. For the record.)
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It's TWENTY TWENTY-FIVE WHY AM I HAVING COMPLEX EMOTIONS ABOUT SPAMTON???????????
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me admiring a beautiful man: wow he sure does have a vulnerable looking throat, huh?
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ahahah stoppp youre so funnyyy. starts leeching your blood out of you
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I say weird shit and have incredible tits
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i love it when drinks are weird colors this is because i was meant to be a machine and drinking delicious blue cooling fluid and such
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can someone come over and play obsessed with me to the point of insanity
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robot4robot robotfuckers when there's a fuckable robot:
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Double checking my texts and making sure I wrote “okay thanks!” Instead of I want you flat on your back. Helpless, tender, open with only me to help. And then I want you strong again. You're not going to die. You might wish you're going to die, but you're not going to.
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person whose current mental state is warping their perspective on life: no i swear this time i have a perfect grasp of truth
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licking your wounds you say.....can i.....,..,..,.,,..offer assistance,,
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maybe this time picking at Textures on my skin will lead to being silky smooth
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Maladaptive deeply held belief: nobody could ever love me. Im going to die alone
Positive counterthought: maybe someone has an exceptionally rare form of mental illness that would cause them to make the grave mistake of wanting to fuck me
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