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i love laughing

into your neck

so hard

that we start tearing up

then looking into

each other’s eyes

teeth, lips

noses and cheeks

brushing against

each other’s

it makes me feel

the bliss

i have always known

-v.o

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the love of my life kissed me. on the mouth. in her bed.

holy shit

i was already in love with her, which she knew, but then we had a sleepover and

ohh fuck

this is so bad

idek what to do now

she won't text me

and i don't wanna seem clingy or wtv

shiiiit

shit shit shit s hits h itt shhi ts h itshi t sh i t

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this boy

is fucking with my mind

i want to choke the bitch

and not just bc he's a sub with the same kinks as me

no, he's being weird

my girlie comes up real close yesterday, all up in my face literally our noses touching, she whispers do you have a pad, which i do and she walks away with it fast so she doesn't hear him say

why you so close, what're you gonna do, kiss?

and i'm just like bitch (in my head, i didn't say that to him) i give him a look, but he just shrugs and says, ohhhh he says

well. i would've.

he says this to me.

looking me dead in the eyeballs, he sAYS this.

the audacity.

don't tell me you would.

just fucking do it for goodness sake.

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i saw smth and i'm too lazy to try and find it again

but basically it was an idea for an ad for bras

and it said smth like "this bra makes you feel like chris evans is personally cradling your breasts in his hands"

my first thought was fuck yes i would totally buy that bra

second thought was a visualisation of the commercial having this voiceover saying that, and then one of the background actors who's actually mrs. evans ig comes forward and snaps her bra straps (like maybe idk she's in an underwear store fitting or wtv idc) and says with a smirk "she's right, that's exactly what this feels like"

i've been having fever dreams about this and just rly really wish it was a thing 😭

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can you draw a self portrait for us since you're so hot and talented

sure. the sparkles are because im gorgeous

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can you draw a self portrait for us since you're so hot and talented

sure. the sparkles are because im gorgeous

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I picture you as snotlout from how to train your dragon but modern

im literally going to throw up

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Mother's Day can be a painful reminder, so here's a salute to all the kids and adult children who grew up with absent mothers, angry mothers, negligent mothers, abusive mothers, overly-critical mothers, codependent mothers, overwhelmed and struggling mothers, mothers who ignored your cries for help, mothers who sacrificed your happiness to placate others, mothers who tried to do better but failed, and mothers who didn't try quite hard enough.

And to every child and adult who has a complicated relationship with their mother or caretaker--it's okay to feel conflicted. It's okay to feel hurt and love and resentment and pain and sympathy and longing and guilt bundled up into one big tangled ball. It's okay to struggle to reconcile the bad memories with the good ones that simultaneously exist. It's okay to be angry about the ways your parent failed you, and also aware of their personal struggles, and the way their parents in turn failed them. It's okay to recognize that you were loved but also that you were treated unfairly, unkindly. Contradictions are the natural state of the world. Multiple truths coexist. It's okay to be conflicted.

Parents are humans. Human relationships are complicated, and cannot be summarized by a greeting card. Wherever you are coming from, I hope your future holds healing and love, love, love.

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i'm going to cry, my best friend is gonna make me cry

i love her so damn much and all i want to do is get her the help she needs but i can't

she won't talk to her parents 'cause she thinks they'll get disappointed if they know about her anxiety

no offense babe but like what the fUck kinda parents you have

like honestly

i know her parents are both Christians and seem strong in their faith and whatnot, and even though ik it's kinda a facade sometimes i know at least her dad is a very genuinely nice person

so i just cannot fathom

why

why you let your poor daughter think she'd be weak for having anxiety

why

what the fuck is wrong with you

i'm honestly so close to actually talking to them

even tho she'd prolly hate it

nobody else is saying anything

not her cousins or her friends

not her brother, not her boyfriend

i'm actually gonna talk to him as well, before i decide to approach her parents 'cause he's smart and we can bounce ideas off each other to brainstorm all i need to say

this is just ridiculous

like actually

how fucking blind and uncaring can they be?

i'm sorry 'cause i know they do love her, i see it and i know it

but this fear that she has is so fucking depressing, it's weighing me down and all i want to do is get her all the help she so very deserves

i just want to make it all better

i'm doing all i can but i know she needs actual therapy, it'd likely be good for her to get diagnosed and then medicated because things are honestly quite terrible

none of this is okay

i love her so fucking much

stop exalting them you ridiculous crumble muffin

i love you but something needs to happen

i'm mad because i love you

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calvin and hobbes is the best comic strip and yes i will fight anyone who says otherwise to the death

anything i could ever write is not even half as funny as this calvin and hobbes strip

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even if it is closed, metaphorically, doesn't mean it's locked. so you don't have to answer, we can just barge in :D

i dont think people should be allowed to talk to me unless i want them to

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I love how every tweet i’ve seen telling people not to go to tumblr is like “they’re insane over there, those people will say they’re going to wrap you in raw meat and then airdrop you into a den of hungry lions” because yeah. we DO say stuff like that here. that’s part of tumblrs appeal actually

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but literally in church last week

my friend Charity, yk we're sitting together w her kinda bf and then a couple other friends and then her mother as well

Char's like rly cold so she grabs my hand and is like

"feel how cold i am"

and like-

sTiCKS mY hAnD inbEtWEen hEr tHiGHS

like babe ily but wtff

k so i think maybe i'm a girl magnet

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and i mean i thought i was straight so idrk how to feel ab this

k so i think maybe i'm a girl magnet

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k so i think maybe i'm a girl magnet

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