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november 1 mood

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okay y’all get your dicks out it’s time to clock in for today’s shift at the horny factory

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okay y’all get your dicks out it’s time to clock in for today’s shift at the horny factory

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Guys.

Guess what?

It’s officially…

HALLOWEEN!!!!

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if i had to explain what tumblr is like i’d only show this

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ur in her dms. she’s sending me boops on tumblr.com. we are not the same

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they are back

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lots of stories about being possessed by demons and forced to do evil things against your will, not many about being possessed by angels and forced to do good things against your will

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oh, no, i have no concept of the size of a whale or of the galaxy. i am cosmically insignificant, which is fine. the other day i accidentally spilled a few grains of sugar on the counter. i watched a single ant heft it over his head and run with it - run! - like he was carrying a crown.

sometimes when i am watching the rain i think about how each particular drop is new and only exists for right-now and yet it is the same water as it has been for millennia. the atoms i am are only meeting in this form for this one life. later maybe they will be a mushroom. maybe in the infinite expanse of time, two of my molecules will meet each other again and they'll say i remember existing with you. which is maybe how a star feels, watching humans dance and laugh and sing in the bodies we are borrowing.

what am i in the cosmic sense? what of the stupid human exploits of my tiny human life?

the other day i found a wilting bumblebee and fed it a little water. after an hour, he made a lazy loop of flight. up and towards the stars.

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Listening to fun cunty pop music in an attempt to feel better doesn't necessarily always work but if nothing else you can realize how fucking funny a situation you're in when you're sitting there with a thousand yard stare while your headphones are like H O T T O G O YOUU CAN TAKE ME HOT TO GO 💃 and once again absurdism wins

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spider eye arrangements

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"hope this email finds you well"

how the email found me :

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Norman Rockwell (American, 1894 - 1978), Wet Paint, 1930, oil on canvas.