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đŤ 23 years old, they/them collectively
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the fact that if you wiped away it's reputation as a right wing site used to kill queer people, kiwifarms being an excellent format for collecting receipts on tumblr users says a little something about the mentality of callout posts
Alright *exhales* hereâs what youâre gonna do. You see that house over there? Youâre gonna go inside it. Once inside youâll see a girl with a blonde ponytail, just ignore her sheâs not gonna wanna talk to you so just pretend sheâs ainât even there. To left of the door thereâs gonna be a light switch. Youâre gonna turn the lights off. Chances are nothinâs gonna happen except for the room goinâ dark. Now after that youâre gonna leave the house and do the whole thing over again, go inside, turn the lights off, leave, rinse repeat. NowâŚone of these times somethingâs gonna happen, Iâll let you see that for yourself
what's even the appeal of seeing hole anyway. like it's a hole in your ass. they all look the same. like there are whole body parts that are there on a person and then there's the one thing that is like. the absence of a thing in a little tube. like is it the concept of a thing that can be filled? is it the suggestion? I can think of a hole being filled. there I just did it. I thought of it. i don't need to see every unique asshole to think about an asshole with like a penis or whatever in it. everyone has one. it's not so special. now a home that a mouse lives in. that's a novelty. you don't often see one every day. people always try to get mice out of their house when they have them there so usually a mouse hole would get patched over. it's there for a limited time. just a small bit. someone's asshole is there for an entire lifespan. and there's one of those on anyone. see those pants? there's an asshole in there. is it not enough to know? you need to see it? hole...
listen. aging into your thirties rocks. yes your joints get a little creaky. yes you canât sleep in a pretzel on the floor anymore after a concert or a convention. and you lose some friends. but the thing is that you sort out who your real friends are and you sort out who you really are. and you get to see your friends settling into careers they like, and adopt new dogs and cats, and you find a job you can stand, and get really good at arts and crafts, and maybe that book you loved as a kid gets a movie deal and it doesnât suck, and you learn to like new food and bake your own bread, and you realize that the great portfolio of self harm scars you all used to curate are going white with age and not updated, and half your friends are a different gender now and so much happier and maybe you are too, and you know who you are, and that itâs a journey and not a revelation. itâs a direction youâre headed, and youâre enjoying the trip.
reaching your 30â˛s rocks. and iâm hearing good things about what comes next, too.