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I feel like if Weston and Kalynn Koury gave me ONE chance to hang out in the backseat of that car we really would have a good time. Hey I think we really would.
#GIYS I LOVE LATTES!!#GUYS I LOVE FNAF AND LITTLW SILLY GAMES#GUYS I LOVE BEING A LITTLE FREAK#it’s NOT parasocial. I know them in real life and we’re friends.#sinjindrowning#hey I call it regular social from how regular it is. hey its like regular show in here. Hey
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I have GOT to take a comically large bite out of him
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#love these guys#creechers.....#godzilla mode. godzilla mode. godzilla mode#yup.#she went Godzilla mode.#didn't even know she could do that.
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WHO ELSE UP LIVING BY THE SWORD !!! 😆
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ur soooo pretty can we kiss ^w^
RIGJT NOW GET OVER HERE. Mwah mwah mwah <333
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Who want me!!!
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the sun is out. the car stereo is bumpin. fresh gusts of wind rolling through the windows. i saw an old man wearing a hawaiian shirt and chino shorts yet with the hottest new balances i'd ever seen this morning. about to take a trip to the beach tomorrow with some old friends and get a nice tan while we drink. life is pretty alright when the stars finally decide to align, when you can stop moving for a moment and actually take in the few genuine, human pleasures we have left. i find myself yearning for connections more than ever, and finding myself amongst people i truly appreciate for their existence, and not just their company. i could add more to this, but today is not tomorrow yet, so let me just bask in this moment for now.
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Born to enjoy community normally…. Forced to deep clean my room and drink matcha with the window open as a grounding technique……
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YUP.
@fatherdoc SHADOW MILK CUM BISCUIT…. 😰 BISCUIT KINGDOM RUN!?!,!,!
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natalie's funeral makes me want to chew glass. her eulogy barely being a minute long. her mother only remembering her as a small child, not as the teenager she was or the woman she became. her mother's only positive memory of her being a night on the swings when she was little. the memory conveying not the joy the two once managed to share together, or how simple things used to be, but about how much nat took, how demanding she was. shaming her, criticizing her, even in death. how no one, not even van, the storyteller---who made a face at how abrupt nat's eulogy was---stood up to share something nice about her after her mom left the stand. how the two yellowjackets closest to her before she died weren't invited to the reception---misty, because the others forgot; lottie, because she was locked away. how the later toast in her supposed honor was quickly mutated into a toast centering shauna and tai's guilt and self-pity. how nat was used and discarded again, her role as leader and guide twisted into something impersonal and consumable. how everyone (except misty!) denies responsibility for her death. how nat's story was warped into a cautionary tale, rather than remembered as the tragedy it is. how she is now permanently confined to the role of provider and caretaker. she might not be physically consumed as jackie was, but she is similarly denied her personhood, valued only by what her death can provide, and crowned as a martyr for a sacrifice she never even made
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