anaalnathrakhs
anaalnathrakhs
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anaalnathrakhs · 19 hours ago
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witness this ominous banana bread
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anaalnathrakhs · 19 hours ago
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oh man. oh jeez
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anaalnathrakhs · 19 hours ago
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Oh, so that's why everyone was suddenly talking about homestuck again
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anaalnathrakhs · 19 hours ago
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forever impressed by people who when they're hyperfixating on a media or character come up with complex headcanons and analysis and make up scenarios with them. all my brain does is this for days on end
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anaalnathrakhs · 19 hours ago
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My drawings of Miss Amy. 2025 compared to 2016 :)
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anaalnathrakhs · 19 hours ago
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I LOVE HIM SMMMM🗣🗣🗣‼‼‼
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anaalnathrakhs · 19 hours ago
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“i wanna be loved not lusted-“
fuck you i wanna be lusted not loved. god forbid someone love me. gross.
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anaalnathrakhs · 19 hours ago
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Heterosexual relationship culture is so alien to me and I don’t know if it’s the fact I’m not cishet or the fact I’m autistic but I hear so many things that make me go “Am I insane or are they?”
There’s a lot of hate on widowers and I saw a woman say “You cannot compete with a dead woman.” which is perhaps a reasonable statement to say if he’s constantly comparing you to his dead partner but that wasn’t what the post was about. And I realized “Oh my God, these people genuinely feel like they’re constantly in competition with their spouse’s exes and the ex being dead makes them feel insecure that they cannot best her.”
There’s also been an uptick in the ‘men and women cannot be ‘just’ friends’ rhetoric which I feel like is extremely dangerous and reflects the rise of fascism and sexism. Some of these stories of women feeling threatened by their husband’s female best friend have some merit and others are like “I feel angry that my husband still talks to the girl he grew up next door to and she and her wife are invited to family gatherings and included in family photos sometimes. Am I right to be suspicious?” No. No you’re not. I cannot imagine being you and living with that high level of stress and paranoia and constant torment and jealousy about your husband having a positive relationship with anyone who isn’t you.
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anaalnathrakhs · 1 day ago
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sculpture in process🥀
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anaalnathrakhs · 1 day ago
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The best old man in the wild West
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anaalnathrakhs · 1 day ago
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A moment to rest
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I saw a reference and couldn't help but think of drawing him 😭🩷
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anaalnathrakhs · 1 day ago
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Okay but OP literally stole the cookies from the cookie jar.
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anaalnathrakhs · 1 day ago
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thank you wwi
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anaalnathrakhs · 1 day ago
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When there’s interpersonal conflict do not assume you have to pick a side. You can say ”hey, let me know if you need somebody to talk to” to everyone and get every side of the story and ponder on the complexity of human relationships instead. However it will make you sad and often despite your best efforts it may solve nothing.
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anaalnathrakhs · 1 day ago
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Ce panneau me rend tout émotionné à chaque fois que je le vois et personne ne me comprends
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anaalnathrakhs · 1 day ago
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no more going to horny jail, ok? we're not christian.
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anaalnathrakhs · 1 day ago
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i went to "mad at me" island expecting to find people i knew, something i understood. but when my boat landed, standing upon the shore were a million empty husks wearing my own face. every foot of the island was occupied, and everywhere i went, they watched me with contempt. they never spoke, never breathed. they simply watched. no matter how i grovelled and begged, snarled and cursed, tried to hide or kicked and hit, they simply stared. the hatred in their gaze was inescapable, but i could hardly return it, knowing that their doomed existence was of my own creation. knowing that the hatred was nobody's but my own. in the end i just wept, unable to stand the relentless gaze of my own infinite glare.
the guy who i accidentally cut off in traffic last week was there also
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