moonrise collective. | 19 and 17 and 21. | my gender is "raging fag". and mine is "butch queen". and mine is "high femme pillow princess" | I like my coffee black just like my kettle.
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anyone want to engage in a homoerotic knife fight with me?
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sometimes im like “tone down the Self to fit in” and other times, the voice of God comes to me in a dream and says “I didn’t make you crazy for no reason”
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finally did something fun with my hair again!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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yeah a lot of ppl r bad but we also find art in the night sky and tell stories that r passed down from generation 2 generation and we fix each other’s necklaces and save each other’s lives and hug and love rlly hard. the world is scary but there is so so so much good. i promise.
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The bowers gang as things my roommate has said in a single night
Patrick: does anyone else’s come smell like bleach?
Vic: you know you’d do drugs if the boy with you was cute
Belch: if you hadn’t had the courage to flash your ass, I never would have met you
Henry: being gay? In the country? In THIS economy???
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Belch: hey do you mind locking that door?
Henry: fuck your door, dude
Belch: YEAH FUCK IT DUDE I’M SO SORRY FOR ASKING
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might fuck around an let go of all shame and guilt
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My ideal date? You release me into the wild to hunt me for sport on your remote island BUT I’m not very good at hiding so you find me within 20 minutes. You hold the gun to my face but there is something so earnest in my eyes and hands that you cannot carry through. You pick me up and carry me back to your mansion. I am so polite and charming that you nurse me back to health. You grow to love and trust me despite the fact you’re holding me hostage after I fell of a charter vessel bound for Brazil. You buy me new clothes and have them shipped to the island. I kiss you good morning every day. You propose marriage. I accept. We skype in a priest and get married with the butler as our witness. That night I kill you and the butler. I redistribute your wealth. I live in the mansion on the abandoned island for the rest of my days. I study snail ecology. I never remarry. You were the love of my life but you were too dangerous and evil to live. I am buried next to you. The tides eventually wash our bodies away. Into the depths of the ocean, together.
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