weenie-genie
weenie-genie
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24. He / him. Eat the rich.
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weenie-genie · 4 years ago
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you’ve heard of existential dread and existential horror, now get ready for existential peace, which is that feeling when you stare up at the nightsky and think, “huh. i exist. that’s pretty neat.”
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how the vaccine works
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A crumb of serotonin for you
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like for cheese 😂
reblog for nutrient pellets 😼
ignore for poison 🤭👎
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gen z pls pls pls don't fall for the millenials vs gen z bullshit that's being fed to us. nobody actually cares about the stupid things that they're saying millenials are mad about. they're writing this stuff specifically to create a generational divide.
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New macklemore “thrift store 2”
In the thrift shop at the hospital Found some clothes they dont need anymore Put the coat on and gain their memories
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I hate driving because you have to do everything perfectly as fast as possible or everyone around you will announce their displeasure with airhorns
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me, with no hint of irony: balsamic vinegar is so poetic. it tastes the way i imagine decay and rot would taste yet it’s so delicious. i’d like to write a poem about how balsamic vinegar is the natural world’s cycle of life and death in a microcosm. it is a symbol of continuance, of constant change. there’s something decadent, opulent, about how dead it tastes.
my mother, extracting the bottle of vinegar from my hands: please stop talking. go back to studying. you know so many words and still have no sense whatsoever.
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“Parasite” painted on a statue of Queen Elizabeth in Kent, England
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thinking about this here canal village in the netherlands
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