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She is always wanting, never quite satisfied, pleasing Her is daunting, and only few have tried. capricious and depraved, Her hunger has no limits, She needs everything she craves, in her stomach-shaped abyss. She can write and tangle, She can gnash and seethe, but at just the right angle, you can see she has no teeth.
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yeah this is a self-evident biological hierarchy. that's why we have to enforce it with violence
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the thing about being alone is that it’s so peaceful and freeing and cool apart from the evenings you descend into literal hell
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I have a very big crush on u but sadly I am only a little bug and u are a garden
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ppl that are rly scared of being fat think theyre ugly and the only thing they have going for them is skinniness. bc if they got fat then they’d perceive themselves as fat And ugly.
that’s why skinny girls keep screaming at fat influencers to stop “glorifying fatness” bc they are literally jealous that some ppl get to be fat And hot n eat delicious food. meanwhile they only get to be hot if they restrict their weight obsessively
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The ghosts of you, each sparkling remnant, Lay with me, joyful and resplendent, My memory softens once I'm alone, I notice your trail of swirling cologne, It wafts from the bed, vetiver and iris, And I recall the way you dissolved my shyness, Lavender fades into sweat and leather, I turn over in my mind each memory together, A taste that will slip away from my lips, And fade like each imprint of your fingertips, Amber oozes from the pillow next to mine, And I recall the way our limbs intertwine, I breathe in deep, and think of your gaze, Blue and vast black, dilated in a daze, You envelop me like smoke, thick and sweet, From a spark, a cinder where our lips meet, Each kiss was perfumed with violet and sage, And I float through the air that it still pervades, You smell like something deep and ancient, Something rich and soft, bubbling and radiant.
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"goddess" "matriarchy" "female wisdom" girl your civic rights
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The reborn sun shines And I see my body in its fresh light My spine curves in a new way Pale skin like whole milk I see my thighs in crisp reality Muscled and powerful but enveloped in rich fat I am unctuous and undulating Shoulders marbled with perfect impressions of your teeth The moon herself may have watched us Intertwine and unravel like lace Unspooling and rewinding And under this fresh dawn I recall my tongue in your ear Your soft touch and rough grip Nails embedding into my flesh And I feel my veins, a pulsing blue flame Bursting through creamy pink and dappled white Freckled by the same sun that blushes the sky
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don't hit me up unless I should have come over, your kingdom for a kiss upon my shoulder
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My deepest darkest fantasy is that I collapse on the street and I am rushed to the hospital. They perform a bunch of tests and find out I am severely deficient in some kind of vitamin. Then I start taking the vitamin and I become the happiest cleverest person alive because all my problems were caused by this one deficiency
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