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Your puffy niples are so cute...

They haven't been fucked with for almost a year, less talking more gentle biting 💫

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Friendly reminder that I'll fucking kill you if you want 💫

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Flip a coin for me

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something has burned away in the darkness while no one was watching. -1 something

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I dont want to retreat into the gloom I want to be met in the middle for once

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I could be getting so much cooler about it all. I could draw my own tarot deck and never show anybody besides the librarian who might help me laminate them. Get my pussy up get my money up

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has to be the greatest idea anyone ever came up with

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flat chested doe with a shirt that says

^MY RACK IS UP THERE^

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Loved it, drew it, you're an icon 💫

#yourshark 💫

A whale would look badass in battle armor

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Yea my relationship with eye contact has always been normal, I totally haven't invented a vent world to express how it used to feel before I got better about it where a structure virus could "infect" people through exact eye contact.

The idea was basically that people were carriers for a structure inside their brains that was made of glass filaments that acted like fiber optics, pathways through the meat that could only be glassed into another mind through the pupils with direct exact eye contact with both eyes. Basically would enact a quiet social law out of fear of getting glassed where people would only make eye contact from the side, one eye at a time or not at all to avoid the risk.

In my mind the process would be instant and horrifying, the moment you realized you let your guard down and looked someone that was infected dead in the eyes, perfect distance, perfect angle, and their glassways shot light into your eyes in that instant of human connection. It would filter through, fragment inside the skull, bounce and burn until it made it's precise and perfect superhighways of glass inside your head. Your own electrical charges would be hijacked by these new inorganic pathways, ripped from their old paths and forced to run a new track of programming. In the instant after infection, you would fall with every electrical impulse scrambling, but most would lock up before losing their full balance. Deathly still for a moment, mid-collapse, then a slow rebuilding of autonomy with the glassway structure running the show now.

Yee I've always been so normal about eye contact 💫 I fucking stare now 💫

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your brain tricks you into thinking

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The best part about brushing your teeth before bed ehile youre drunk is going to spit out the toothpaste and letting it sluttily fall out of your mouth. Just barely pushing it out with your lips, breathing heavy and leaning over the sink for fun, imagining someone opening your mouth with their fingers to let the rest fall out, mixed with spit and the last parts of a beer from the bar

this isnt about me I didnt walk to my phone to post this before i got into the shower. The shower isnt running right now while my heartrate is climbing thinking about this, not me 💫

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hoping for a future where trans girls get to stay cute and nice and stupid if they want to

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Wdym there's no way to have small pinpricks of light shine from my pupils? There's no chance of looking at someone dead on and having a hazy rosy light glimmer in the dark? No light from within? Not even as an animal stalking in the night, not even as a machine mostly passing for human, not even as a genetic bioluminescence trait injected into the tissue? For shame, customizing the avatar should allow this 💫

Love you forever, eyes shining like light below the water. Tear mine out and install that spooky wetware please. Subject me to the experimental treatments please. Bring me a curse that makes me Other please 💫

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no yeah thanks for welcoming me to womanhood again but like yeah this man is in fact currently following me home can we maybe address that aspect

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“Portrait of Cultivation,” 2009. By Lieko Shiga. Part of her series “Spiral Coast,” (2009-2014)