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How the hell do people keep their thoughts inside their head this shit hard as fuck

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I have so much fucking acne on my arms bc my pharmacy cant get my testosterone prescription

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I've been screaming into the void for hours when does it start fuckin screaming back

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What the fuck is so wrong with me that the idea of having a stalker is more exciting than it is scary? Good fucking god I am mentally ill.

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Thank feck I'm home alone bc I've been squealing, shouting, and laughing maniacally while obsessing over Harvey from Stardew Valley (aka the love of my damn life) for the past two hours

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💖Refusing people the right of choice is a bad thing too💖

As a trans man if I had to choose between carrying and birthing a child and death, even with all the post birth options to rid myself of the kid, I would still invariably choose death.

Abortion is murder. 🌸

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Helpful writing tips for my friends.

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Art dump of stuff a song inspired.

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What's UP motherfuckers! I'm still alive and just started completely rewriting my WIP AGAIN. YEA. ME. So have a fuckin dump.

(Start of) Chapter 1

The gentle pitter patter of rain against the attic window had always been Atlas’s biggest comfort when he lived at home. Something about how that sound combined so elegantly with the grainy classical music he’d play on the old record player was always able to calm his runaway heart, and that was exactly what he needed that very moment. Being in his old family home made him nervous enough as is, uncomfortable memories flooding back and all, but on top of that it was a very important day to the family. Though most were celebrating Atlas was mourning, as this was the day he would lose his sister once and for all.

“Atlas?” A voice similar to his own called for him, with a face poking up from the stairwell to match. “Dinner’s about ready, Mom’s gonna want help with everything.”

“Right, sorry. I’ll be down once I get this put away again.” Atlas confirmed, all but shooing away his brother.

Watching the way he plodded back down the stairs he could tell Adonis was in just as much distress over this situation as him, but unfortunately he had his own nerves to worry about. The records got tucked back away nonetheless and Atlas followed after. 

Atlas, Adonis, & family are some if my favorite characters yet and I am STOKED to he working with them again. Still kinda bad at focusing tho.

A song that I just vibe with on the same level of this story.

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Can't be my type cause that's just me.

yup. that's my type.

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More Toph bs.

Toph: Guys it's too loud! I can't see!

Everyone else: *confused for like a good five minutes trying to figure it out*

Everyone but Sokka: ohhhhh yea

Sokka finally realizing three days later: OHHHHHHHHH

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Fuck it *allows self to be consumed by hubris*

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all of my characters are idiots. I cannot change this

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If I asked y’all to rb with something about your body that isn’t the standard™️ or conventionally attractive™️ that you like, would you do it? Something you’re told you shouldn’t like but you do anyway? I can start?

My stomach hair !! I think it’s sweet n romantic !!!!

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He's a little confused but he's got the spirit

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Give me faces to draw on eggs pls

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