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reading about serial killers in the 1800s and they had female incels I guess

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the procrastinator’s mind will invent distractions you’ve never conceived of in order to avoid tasks even a dog could do.

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proudly showing off my "ultra rare limited edition one of a kind labubu" and it's very clearly a severed human hand on a chain

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i just went to cool town and they said they knew u

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"is sabrina destroying feminism or is she empowering women" i think shes having sex

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Lets go All Over The Fucking Place with mama

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Who are you when you're not performing?

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LMFAO

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My mom wants a white little purse dog, she wants to name jt kevin regardless of it being a girl or boy, and I show her white little bitch dogs a lot as kevin inspo bc I have the selfish motive of wanting a pet while I mooch here at home during quarantine. So I showed her this gif

And she went ‘ouoghh...kevin. I miss him’ and I was gonna point out that she has yet to meet him and she cut me off and was like I see him in my dreams

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good lord this thing is useless

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flesh without a name

i don’t think i’ve ever truly been myself. i’ve spent my whole life performing, shape-shifting, pretending.. and somewhere along the way, the version of me that could’ve existed got buried. lost. i don’t know who i really am anymore. i only know the silhouette of what i wish i was: beauty that never fades. something untouchable. mysterious. magnetic. intelligent. desired. so i mimic it. i become it. but sometimes i wonder… is it still pretending, if no one remembers who i was before?