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Holyyyyyy fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk

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Feather River Bulletin, Quincy, California, March 20, 1924

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gay⚒️irl

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i’ve been sitting here for like 5 minutes trying to think of a caption but i absolutely cannot think of anything funnier than this collection of images

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When Blathers tells you that your painting is fake after you spent thirty minutes analyzing it

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hmmm

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tumblr staff is like a parent who left their baby to be raised by wolves except every couple of years they come back and shoot one of the wolves

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easiest way to trick me into thinking a man is hot is put him in this get up

this post brought to you by the “bisexuals for poet blouses” gang

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i am on diet

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i googled “why do cats run around and meow at night” and one of the results listed this as a cause:

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i genuinely don’t get cishet monsterfuckers. for context, in the wake of shape of water i participated in this loving-the-monstrous type discussion event slash publishing party wherein i debuted a short story about a woman who “befriends” a cave monster—but that isnt the point. the point is i had to hear straight women talk for hours about how the appeal of monsters is some kind of weird “taming the beast” fantasy—loving a monster until it loves you back, sounding like every bad beauty and the beast take ever.

And there’s my queer ass being like literally none of you get it. this isn’t about power, this is about love and alienation and acceptance. you dumbasses, I’m the monster. this isn’t a metaphor for your shitty boyfriend, this is a metaphor for my own alienation from a society that tells me a the way i am and the way I love are grotesque. this is a fantasy of love free of judgement, separate from societal standards that I’ll never live up to anyway. that ghoul doesn’t care if I’m fat, they think it’s hot that I eat well. that immortal fae creature doesn’t care if the gender on my birth certificate matches the one I use now, they barely have a concept of gender in the first place. that tentacle monster doesn’t care if I shave, they don’t have eyes

monsterfucking is queer culture, everyone else go home

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