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actiiasluna · 1 month

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i may be mentally ill but at least i found my favorite pink pen

#okay but it is a nice colour :3 #and no there is no connection between the pen and the mental illness #or is there #:3

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cassetoi-fam · 2 months

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but what if i WANT him when he's evil. no i know he only became evil after he met me but he did that all on his own and i'm very proud of him

#shut up keslar #there's no other meaning to this #or is there

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trinket-o-pawsum · 4 months

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Me to me: of course I like men. They just have to be somewhat feminine and/or fictional. Totally normal.

#no comphet to see here #or is there

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atomicradiogirl · 5 months

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ok guys this is serious

#fallout #there is no right answer #or is there #hehe

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rexaleph · 6 months

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and i think today i didn't get enough sleep and am maybe hungry, so there's probably also nothing to be that upset about

#or is there #* ** ******* *** *******#or am i #i guess not being able to think through my fiscomfort these last couple weeks makes it worse #**** * *** ****** **** * **** *** ****** ** ************ * **** ***#* **** *** *** * **** **** ** **** *** **** *** **** ** *** **** **#*** **** ***

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carltonlassie · 9 months

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Honestly feeling attacked right now because I posed that maybe Monk wears all the brown drab clothes to hide his sensual beauty & to avoid getting catcalled and I am told that I can keep my statement or keep my life

#this is a joak of course there is no gun to my head #or is there #im feeling persecuted for speaking the truth 🗣️

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havearileymazingday · 10 months

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Closed for @samxbradford

Where: Winter Village (once it starts)

Riley strolled through the bustling market, weaving through stalls adorned with vibrant produce and handmade crafts. The aroma of hot mulled wine mixed with the sweet scent of candied nuts. As they reached the end of the market, a clatter echoed from a nearby alley.

Turning the corner, Riley found a figure surrounded by motorcycle parts, tools, and an air of focused determination.

Hey," Riley called out, their calm voice cutting through the mechanical symphony. "Need a hand?" they asked, their gaze wandering over the scattered motorcycle parts.