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hello little people in my phone it’s been a while here’s some cleavage
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need to walk in on my knight jerking off with my token of favour. handkerchief wrapped around his dick, wet spot visible through the fabric, hand in his mouth to keep from yelping at the feeling. knights when they are obsessed w me and totallyyy pathetic about it.
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I’m starting to think some of y’all haven’t actually felt the rain on your skin… which is crazy because no one else can feel it for you
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Showed a picture of my boyfriend to the owner of the local gay bar and he said verbatim “that’s a lesbian”
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I hope one day it leaves my mind . I hate these feelings of insecurity .
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Ilya Kaminsky, from "While the Child Sleeps, Sonya Undresses", Deaf Republic
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no weed no dinner hyperventilating no hot water
Marlboro o Marlboro imbue in me breath rhythm
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Out of Castile soap. No one to do my ass bandage. Having a genuine mental crisis by myself in the shower
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hello tumblr it is me the prodigal sun returning to aire my woes -
i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself i hate myself
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— Forfeiting My Mystique, Kaveh Akbar, in '100 Queer Poems, an anthology' (2022)
[text ID: Some saints spent their whole childhoods biting their teachers' hands and / sprinkling salt into spider-webs, only to be redeemed by a fluke shock of grace just before death. May I feather into such a swan soon.]
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morrissey did NOT know how joan of arc felt. i do though
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