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i hate that i actually typed out ‘isolation squad’ with my own two hands

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its that time of year again where i pop in to reblog a couple things maybe make a post then disappear again for who knows how long

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it’s all “accidental hand touch” this and “brief longing gaze” that, where’s my support at for “reaching up and fixing someone’s collar for them” crew??

the intimacy disguised as helpfulness! the lingering contact! the optional subdued “you look nice” as they stand too close!!

expand your pining vocabulary people

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every text is a risky text when youre a dumbass who cant use words right

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Reblog if you RP on Discord and it's okay for people to PM you for a plot.

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I realized I have two of those, so I’m putting them together in one post.

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Wait.... you are gay? Why?

It started off as a 7 day free trial, but I forgot to cancel so here we are.

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yall ever feel like youre good then 2 seconds after peeking into a different social network youre Not

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are you ever scrolling through tumblr and you have a thought and immediately lose it so you have to scroll back up to give your brain the conditions under which it originally created the thought so you can bring it back

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uhhh syeah

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me: [typing post that says ‘i just remembered i never beat off’]

me, internal: watch out! you say ‘beat off’ here to mean completing a playthrough of ‘off’, the 2008 rpg video game by mortis ghost. however, the phrase ‘beat off’ is also euphemism for masturbation! without context, it would appear you were talking about masturbating!

me: whoa….id better be more careful!

gigantic centipede above me: [dematerializes]

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the bot blogs have come back in full force and theyre all scantily clad women

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absolutely no respect for a good dragon

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EMERGENCY; PLEASE HELP.

(( hey so i feel absolutely god awful about banging on peoples doors and begging for money but since the fire in our apartment’s basically drained our funds and nearly maxed out my credit card, my roommates and i are desperate at this point.

our landlord is asking us for about 850 dollars rent to move from our old apartment to the new one on the 10th this month and we were just notified via email this morning!

we don’t have that money out of pocket!! at all!!!

i feel horrible asking so much from people in a community where i know you guys don’t really have that kind of cash just laying around but our insurance won’t pay for our hotel anymore and i’m fucking terrified.

our income is sparse right now and i can’t even take on any commissions because my computer melted in the fire and my ipad got cracked all to hell.

…please we need help… ))

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yo psa you aren’t obligated to stick around for people who make you feel like shit

ollie the fuck off like the fabulous star child you are

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What had started out as your safe haven now just bore too many signs of an intruder who had made themselves at home.

The signs should have been more obvious. From the moment you began spending less time here when she was around, to when you no longer felt like it was your space, and your space alone.

You had let it happen, and there’s really no one else to blame.

You let her here, allowed her into your space, permitted her to make it her space as well.

There were plants, odd bits and bobs that weren’t yours. Clothes that weren’t yours, a guest room that became more of a permanent residence, when the occupant deigned to give you space once in a while.

Mugs, snacks, a few sets of floral or space themed accessories strewn here and there. A label taped to the microwave, banning one Jade Harley from using it for another one of her experiments.

Sometimes walking in the halls of this house felt more like you were walking into her house than yours.

The deed is in your name. The house bought for when you wanted to have space to breathe. To be relax. To be alone.

But you let her come here, let her share your space.

Until it became more her space than yours.

Maybe it was because you felt bad whenever you left to be here, and she didn’t know where you went. She always worried about you whenever you dropped off the radar, whenever you decided to come here for some peace. To let your guard down.

Gradually, she came to call this place her home. She stayed here like how she stayed in your apartment in Texas, moving with you wherever you went. Leaving stains and imprints on your life that you couldn’t just easily scrub away.

You needed to sell this house.

It’s the only way to start fresh and forget you ever tried to play the fool again.