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Ropes can't belly.

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(repeated like a mantra while rubbing my temples) i will stay silly and not allow the world to make me bitter and cruel. i will stay silly and not allow the world to make me bitter and cruel. i wi

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little miss awful body temperature regulation is taking his hoodie off again

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This winter and holiday season is EBENEZERCORE*. We are shutting ourselves in, and everything is covered in dust and lit by solitary candlelight. We are wearing ankle-out cunty little nightshifts and flirty little sleeping hats. We are eating hot potato soup. We are wearing knitted shawls. We are being woken up every hour by vengeful drag queens who will read us for filth and make us see the error of our ways. This isn’t the season for chores or extroversion or the unbearable weight of societal standards. This is the season for barring the windows, coveting our most precious trinkets, and snuggling up in a four-poster bed whose curtains the townsfolk would absolutely pawn post-mortem.

(*classism not included)

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the work printer cries out, "no stop, that's too much! youre gonna make me jam!" as i load a full ream into her tray, but it's too late. "see, you can take it. you're doing such a good job for me." i coo into her feeding tray as i begin printing the morning reports. her warning lights turn red as she moans in i assume ecstacy

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Bell, Book and Candle (Richard Quine, 1958)

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This winter and holiday season is EBENEZERCORE*. We are shutting ourselves in, and everything is covered in dust and lit by solitary candlelight. We are wearing ankle-out cunty little nightshifts and flirty little sleeping hats. We are eating hot potato soup. We are wearing knitted shawls. We are being woken up every hour by vengeful drag queens who will read us for filth and make us see the error of our ways. This isn’t the season for chores or extroversion or the unbearable weight of societal standards. This is the season for barring the windows, coveting our most precious trinkets, and snuggling up in a four-poster bed whose curtains the townsfolk would absolutely pawn post-mortem.

(*classism not included)

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Eli McMullen (American, based Richmond, VA, USA) - Dark Wander, 2024, Paintings: Acrylic and Gouache on Panel

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2 beers in and i start to get nuanced

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Grave of the Fireflies | 火垂るの墓 (1988) dir. Isao Takahata

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Autumn is here!!!

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survived checking my bank account. i deserve a little treat

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