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“that character is problematic” i am sick and twisted. next
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"she lets me hit 😏" she lets me lick her open wounds
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one thing about me is I love brutalism. I love concrete. I love not living in a house with cardboard walls and I love looking at a building and thinking this imposing boy would survive a nuclear war
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they use gene-splicing techniques to turn me into a thing twice as tired as everyone else
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u ever in such a bad mood u feel urself turning evil?
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men are made to be shoved and grabbed and thrown around and pinned down. god told me that
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just because its a bromance doesnt mean you cant kiss him with tongue. follow for more nontoxic masculinity or else
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they should make a substance abuse that is good for you
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i need him dorkier. i need him more insane. i need him insufferable. i need him full of righteous belligerence. i need him bloodier and sluttier and more deranged. i need him gayer. i need him bundled in no less than 4 microfleece blankets. i need a gallon of soup in him. i need him kissed softly. i need him punched in the face.
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Tarnished pussy got you going li
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Tar…nishe.d pus
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On the morning of the knife fight I was scheduled to lose, I washed myself in the ritual soap and dressed in soft, loose fitting clothes as was the custom. I would not break my fast until after the deed was done.
My second ferried me to the entry point at the North, where I declared my secret name to the gatekeeper and several acolytes in quick succession. They prepared me for the inner sanctum, infusing my veins with salt water and drawing intricate sigils on my chest. I bid farewell to my second, who would keep vigil outside. I remember very little after this, but when I awoke, I felt a great weight had been lifted from my chest.
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Anyway, the top surgery yesterday went great!
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