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Unpopular opinion, Hannibal and Freddie Lounds slept together at least once

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anorgasmia is my number 1 opp

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Flavie Audi - Cloudscape 7.10, 2016

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play fight that turns into making out and frotting . yea

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if being gay is a sin why did god put mens g spot up their ass

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Happy pride month to the happiest, healthiest couple

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Why I'm Terrified of Heaven (an essay).

I’m sure when you picture heaven, you think of gorgeous clouds and sunsets, eternal love, life, and peace. It’s everything you could want—no fighting, no hate, no war, no death. You can do everything you wanted in life and more. An eternal afterlife praying on your knees to a forgiving God. But why would such a merciful God want or need eternal worship? You can read every book, paint every painting, write every song. You can do everything you want forever. But that’s just what I’m afraid of.

Whatever you’re passionate about loses its meaning in a place where you can’t fuck up. You are doomed to success. Every brush stroke is perfect. Every note you sing is flawless. Each pluck of your guitar string, perfect. Every meal you cook, you won’t eat because in heaven, you don’t need to eat, constantly full, constantly happy, always content. But will you ever meaningfully enjoy doing any of it?

Heaven is perfect. Humans are not.

Do you know how long eternity is?

Take your time on Earth, multiply it by two, then by a trillion. You can’t begin to fathom just how long forever is.

Perfection will get old. At first, you’ll be happy, elated. And then you’ll miss your voice cracking and straining or your guitar being out of tune. You can never be human again. No matter how hard you try, how much you wish it away, forever will not end. You’re stuck in a loop of contentment, joy, and perpetual mental mindfucks because you can never leave.

God is not merciful. He tricks you into believing that eternal happiness is all you could ever want. But it’s not. Death in Heaven is worse than life on Earth. You can never be flawed again.

“In heaven, there shall be no more sorrow, no more death, no more crying, no more pain.” What meaning will your passions have if you can’t fail? Who are you without your sadness? Who are you without your guilt and fear? Are those memories erased? Is a part of who you are taken from you? Some will say you can look back on those memories without feeling sad. If you don’t feel sadness when recalling sad memories, it either means your brain has been altered, or the memories themselves have been.

Your whole family makes it into heaven. If everyone is perfect, are there arguments or disappointments? And if not, is it really your family? If I can’t have a disagreement with my mother, is she really my mother? If my siblings don’t annoy me, are they really my siblings? In heaven, everything we do has to be moral, respectful, and good enough not to cause suffering or sin. Everyone has to have the same opinions on everything. If we all have the same opinions, are we really separate people? If our visions of paradise are all different, how can we be in the same place? If my mother goes to heaven and I go to hell, either she can’t miss me, or she would forget me completely.

If God allows so much suffering because He has given us the gift of free will—and without good and evil, we would essentially be robots—why is there no evil, no sin, no sadness in heaven? Everyone is good and pure. We are all sinners on Earth; no one is perfect. And yet, in heaven, we are all the same. How would personalities change to be perfect? How would appearances change to be perfect? What does that look like? If I eat so much I get sick on Earth, it’s gluttony. But in heaven, I can do whatever I want, including eating so much I get sick—yet it’s a sin. Would that get a pass, or would my earthly desires vanish when I enter the gates? Would my thoughts of sin be repressed? If some thoughts are repressed and others are given, then how do I know if any of my thoughts are truly my own? Am I allowed to leave? Am I allowed to ask questions? Or would my mind be altered to know everything I could ever want to ask?

Why would I want to go to a place where I am eternally happy, with no hate, no guilt, no tears? Why would I want to be perfect forever? If God had the ability to create a place with no suffering, why would He create suffering in the first place? If Lucifer rebelled, that means millions more of God’s precious creations could too—so maybe Heaven isn’t as perfect as we hear. What if the real paradise is Earth itself? What if this is heaven?

Who am I without sin?

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you are all just jealous of my decapitated head

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oh i sure wish i had a refreshing citrusy fruit to snack on..

the humble oranges:

u/No_Boysenberry4755

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hi hi hi!!! your blog is really cool :-) could i please request a monkichi (sanrio) stimboard with a pool or bathtime theme? anything with water would be awesome!! also, please dont feel pressured to get this done immediately, take all the time you need :-)

i saw your other ask clarifying! here ya go :3

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Bimmy baby pictures?

I love digging up old bimmy pics, he was so cute and little!!

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He is a coffee table decor

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i hate my faggot ass boyfriend

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i need to reblog thos again because oh my god

HELLO?? THE WAY HE SAYS IT??

I NEED TO BE RESTRAINED…I CANT HANDLE IT

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twinks after putting on a shein croptop and jeans and saying its a cunty fit / theyre cunty just because theyre mean

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the monster under my bed is in my pants