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i love being an insomniac... so much time for research...
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Judge: Sensitive pervert, you stand accused… of loving too beautifully, fucking too skillfully, and keeping it too motherfucking real. How do you plead?
Me: I plead… guilty to all chargers ur honor
Judge: gasp
Jury: gasp
Prosecutor: grits teeth and starts growling
My hot defense lawyer with a huge rack: whoa…he might just have what it takes…
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sorry mom complaint moment
#writhing on the ground#she sent me this lesson that boiled down to 'gay people should be allowed to exist but celibate' and i was like. Ok thank you 🤗#what pisses me off is that i am also just not fucking so i AM celibate so im exactly where they want me#JSDKSHSKBRFKHXJSJE#blockable text tag#i have to go out and fuck as praxis AND I DONT WANT TO
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i hope this answers any questions you might have about my personality
#ok now imagine reading these when you have moral OCD... uh.. yeah.. 😏 pretty epic 👍#blockable text tag#religion mention cw tra la la
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my boy forced to be straight because of capitalism 😔
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why are there... two of them
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it is funny i got marked as spam on bsky for ... a month? just cus i posted 3 pics in succession too quickly :P i know theyre probably strict cus they were marked nsfw (so it probably triggered something) but LOL
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ur spam tag got removed from blueskyyyy (this time for real)
YOURE RIGHT OMG IM FREEEEEE

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U hit 25 and u really begin to understand the success of scrub daddy
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we need to divide our community into as many categories as possible
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seven nights of carnal passion in my lean-to
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I wish depression were an emergency. I wish someone could take one look at how sick I am and go “oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital!” and then when we get there I get rushed into surgery and the surgeons say “it’s a good thing you brought her here when you did, this is a seriously advanced case” and then they put me under and spend the next ten hours pulling metres of long, sticky black strands of gunk out of my body, throwing it immediately into an incinerator so that it can’t infect anyone else. And then they could stitch me back up and I could rest a few days, and when I leave the hospital everyone can see how much better I am and they congratulate me saying “well done, you’ve been so brave, I’m so glad you’re ok. I love you.”
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