And then they kissed on the lips
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NAME A SICKER RAPPER RIGHT NOW!!
GO ON I'LL FUCKIN WAIT!!!1!1!1!!1!1!!!
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I drove from Illinois to Michigan and back yesterday on zero sleep and it was FUCKING awesome. 110% worth it but I'll try to sleep next time X3
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"i can fix him" "i can make him worse" yeah well i dont want to. i can hurt him. i can beat him i can torture him i can humiliate him and ruin his life and plans. i can reduce him to a bloody pile of guts and gore and smile at it. i can collar him like a dog put him down like one. "i can fix him" yeah well i can shatter him
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kenny in orange striped socks bc striped socks are cute asf
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Speaking of hands, i feel like we are not talking enough about the second photo in this post....
https://www.tumblr.com/guysofeurovision/747920400204349440?source=share
BRO I HAVE NOT SEEN THOSE PHOTOS HOLY FUCKING SHIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTT REBLOGGING THAT ON HERE RN OMFG
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so much work just to post a very mid fic and for WHAT 😭
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Why the fuck are corners so comfy to sit in, like for example the corner of a couch, the corner of a room, etc. Like no matter what, if there's a corner in a room, you WILL find me in that corner. There have been so many times where I've been asked to move from sitting in front of the fridge due to the corner at the fridge being the comfiest corner in the kitchen. Is this an Autism thing or are corners just comfy, Let me know what Y'all think?
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i think drinking orange juice after ur brushing teeth tastes like heaven but like when you're not supposed to be there. like the brightness surrounds you and it is beautiful and it is glorious and it is unbearable and it is burning and you were not made for this realm and you were destined to be here and your skin cracks your eyes begin to be deemed futile the moisture on your tongue begins to boil the air in your lungs cant stand the overwhelming holy lights and dissipates your lungs cannot withstand the gravity of this realm your body cannot understand it your lungs rupture your skin bleeds your eyes are futile as all you see is a blindingly bright light that you yearn to, that you know you should you know you're "supposed to" understand yet you cannot. you're blocked off from the holy light and so it burns you. you are not made for this realm yet you are here. an unfamiliar feeling in a place that should be familiar. banishment from a land of acceptance. touching the gate and its burning-hot metals scorching your skin in return. like orange juice after brushing ur teeth
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