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raaru supremacy 

Brushy brush  (She went overboard brushing their hair)

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Do you ever sit in a dark parking lot, blasting music just to feel something?

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Nosferatu, 1922. 

- F. W. Murnau.

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I drift off to sleep, expecting to wake up to the familiar comfort of my partner beside me. I made sure to leave room for them this time, careful not to hog the bed. I awake sometime around 6 am. No comfort. I gaze around the blurry room, maybe they're on the couch? It's possible I could have accidentally taken up the whole bed. I put on my glasses to find that the room is empty, but with disarray that I had not fallen asleep to. I get up to pee, the only presence awake in the house are a few of the cats. I check the second bedroom to find that my partner and friend are sleeping in the same bed, stuff shoved against the door to make it difficult to open. Immediately I feel a wave of betrayal, sadness, and anger come over me. I just close the door and go back to my desolate room. I fight back the urge to scream and cry. Instead I sit and contemplate. After awhile of fending off intrusive thoughts and kitten mischief, I put the small boy in the other room where he should have been in the first place. My fiance looks at me like I barged in unannounced. I close the door and go to sit down. I'm not followed. A million thoughts go through my head, ranging in ridiculousness. Hunger pains in my stomach. I decide I'm just going to go to Walmart and get myself a snack. Maybe see my mother who I really want to see. I see my partners mother instead. I don't engage. I wander around aimlessly, rewarding strange looks from patrons and employees. After some time I end up at the book section. I contemplate for awhile before grabbing a Stephen King book and going on my way. Somehow, I end up leaving with more than the snack I originally intended. I drive around town aimlessly. No one has noticed I'm gone. Eventually I land in a random parking lot. I don't feel hungry, but nauseous and I eat anyway. For hours I sit in the back of this van reading this random book. I don't answer any messages. No one seems worried. Just mad at me. And that is my existence, a vessel for emotions to be casted upon. But my own are never considered.

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i love mushrooms so much 💗✨🍄🦷

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” I hattteee you !!! “ 

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Bruh I made a friend and he was so nice but he smelled in such a way that made me horny

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mo.sa.ku

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