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yall mind if a white boy do a little drag

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when I was a kid I wished I had nosebleeds. I had some friends who had them and I was like. that looks so fucking cool. you're just sitting there and suddenly you're covered in blood. it looks so dramatic. it looks so... and here my language failed me. at such a humble age I did not have the vocabulary to describe the sublime. I just sat in incomprehensible jealousy. I turned out totally normal by the way

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“it’s circus work.” not to me. not if it’s my monkeys.

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Why do you use It/Its pronouns...

i got tagged in elementary school and never recovered

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i have more thoughts.............but i am so sleepy..............forgive me

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it's pride month

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bro last night was totally redacted! last night was fully expunged from the record. bro, do you... can you remember last night? what did we do...? what did... did we hurt someone? bro? why won't you look at me? what did I do...? whose blood is this...? bro...?

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propaganda im not falling for

not taking a propa ganda at dis dick 🤣🤣🤣😂🤣

the descent into fascism is unstoppable

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im so excited for beer and pretzel today

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My addition to this trend

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has this been done yet?

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it is a difficult task to win someone over when your competition lies not in a another person, but in their comfort zone. 

it is a difficult task to win someone over-

its-

am i muted???

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often i feel heavy because i carry everything i've ever read and seen and done with me; on my wrists and my thighs, in my head, on my hair,  painted around my eyes, stored in all of the little crevices real people could not find.

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i thought this was deep but the set up is lowkey giving the noah centimeter tweet

often i feel heavy because i carry everything i've ever read and seen and done with me; on my wrists and my thighs, in my head, on my hair,  painted around my eyes, stored in all of the little crevices real people could not find.