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This must've been incredible

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if you told vin diesel fast and the furious you were gay he'd be like "Some people like driving stick…some people like driving automatic…what matters is you cross the finish line.." and then he'd rev up a dodge challenger and drive through a building and kill 16 people

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What the fuck? You mean I have to walk an entire mile in this idiot who I hate’s shoes? This sucks

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some dudes‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

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Tumblr is really interesting because you can say something like thursday is duck with a top hat day, and half the website will reblog it

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one of the most frustrating ways i've found you can be misunderstood is when people think you're horny about the things you're just weirdly fascinated by and weirdly fascinated by the things you're horny about

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PRAYER FOR WEREWOLVES from We are Mermaids by Stephanie Burt

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so fucking rude that skipping is considered childish when it is absolutely the best form of foot-based transportation. less energy intensive than running but faster than walking. i am being fucking efficient and it is not my fault that efficiency is also whimsical and silly looking

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the bipolar disorder poem

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im so enamored with stories that portray love as something soft and kind because i do think that love at its core is an act of kindness. its part of the reason i prefer the idea of growing into love instead of falling in love because when i think of growing into love i think of a garden, like love is something to cultivate, to tend to daily, a steady progression of growth with some setbacks, a few dying leaves here and there, having to move to a bigger pot and a spot with more sunshine, but it’s still something that at the end of the month, or a year, or a decade, or a lifetime you can look at and see the product of your dedication, see exactly what it means to pour your heart into something. i just! love reading about kind love!

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(cws for these pages: anti-fat dialogue, implied disordered eating)

Primrose Van der Peer, an operatic contralto, has only played men onstage. Her debut as a leading lady should feel monumental, an invitation to the femininity she’s always been denied, but instead the role seems to haunt her, even when she’s not performing.

Described as beautiful, gut wrenching, and visceral, Délicatesse is a story about perception, performance, and trying to be a good woman - even if you’re not sure you’re one at all.

Here are the first 8 pages of my 32 page opera comic! You can buy it HERE, or subscribe to my patreon at any tier to gain access to the final .pdf, as well as a months long backlog of process.

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Thoughts From the Booth of a Restaurant- Matthew Cosgrove

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moss heart by hawk stone

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life is short, though I keep this from my children

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VIII: a love poem

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Probably A Country Song

I'm a good shot. God help me, but I am.

I took a bottle at 20 paces and got all 20 pellets in. That's not too bad.

I'm no Annie Oakley, but. I'm not too bad.

And sometimes I think about it. Daddy's shotgun meeting Mama's brother.

Looking him dead in the eyes and making him beg for his life.

See if he says "I thought you loved me" then.

See if he tries to tell me it's a sin, like I did.

He would, in my mind.

"Please, you're a good girl, this will ruin you."

And I will laugh because I'm neither, and say "I'll pray for forgiveness."

Like he used to.

And I pull the trigger. His eyes go dead.

You don't have to be a good shot at that range.

But I am one. God help me.