#fuckposting

[av-type]

injecting my hormones barney rubble style. prehistoric bird that mutters "it's a living" before i shove its beak into my asscheek

[anarzaabloodladen]

My poor little snookums little pookie sweetie baby boy...

Commie would absolutely hate me if he met me irl

[manic-pixie-dream-cock]

There is an idea of a manic pixie dream cock—some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me—only an entity: something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shape my hand and feel flesh gripping yours—and maybe you can even sense that our lifestyles are probably comparable—I simply….am not….there.

[silverbridge-harbor]

There are only 10 types of post: shitposts, fuckposts, and

[art-fucks]

Hi Arty! It's Lovelie. :^)

-💗

yooo my man! how's it hanging?

[thegenderfluidgokenin]

autistic femboy babble

[submissive-and-dickful]

Getting fucked raw from behind in a robe while trying to focus on something on your laptop and every time you start to lose yourself in the fucking he tells you to focus and then praises you for the progress you're making>>>>>>>>

[stronghours]

I mainly write about sex and the relationships that contain sex to control it, and if this is a folly I don't really care because I get a lot of satisfaction out it. I like to steal from other people's sex & kink lives too. fetlife is a great place to steal from people. if you're on there and post inwardly, in any capacity, within particular circles of where I live, I have stolen from you, from online and from in person too. and it doesn't even matter if I never use it as copy, because I already took it. I feel no loyalty, pleasure, grace, sacredness, community, compersion, or satisfaction regarding the sexual fulfillment of others. it all exists for me to take from you for my art that's silly and kind of bad, and I do it because I like it.

I put this down because I'm working through one of these pieces now where there's NOT a lot of either of these things, and while I feel devoted to it, a lot of other subjects are really clamoring to get ahead. but I'm on vacation and trying to finish this particular one, so I'll do my best.

[anarzaabloodladen]

He's a 10 but he's an offensive stereotype.

[snowshinobi]

enderman says my bed now

[biteybeast]

sorry for fuckposting i am SO baja blasted rn

[art-fucks]

hey, just moved to San Dimas. New kid at Chaparral

you play an instrument?

-morgan freeman

yooo morgan! welcome to chaparral, super nice to meet you

i'm art! most people call me arty, some call me the coolest guy around 😎

i used to play the drums for a good bit! then sports got my life LOL

[outlying-hyppocrate]

I'M GOING TO CRY THE EUROVISION QUOTES ACCOUNT REBLOGGED MY SERBIAN FUCKPOST AND SAID IT WAS LUKE BLACK CODED

[rateater69]

I feel so empty yknow

Just like….there’s nothing. Absolutely nothing of substance inside me. I’m a stellar specimen, sure—I have talents. I’m attractive. I’m kind when I must be. But deep down I just feel so perpetually empty and it’s not anybody’s fault, it’s just the way it is. I want to know how to love, I really do, but I just….can’t. My brain just isn’t wired to be capable of it. I fear that this is it, this is all my life will be—chasing one addiction after the other, trying to fill that gaping void where the people in my life are supposed to be.

I’ve tried putting in the effort. I’ve tried playing the part before, I really have—I bought my friends gifts, consoled them, talked them off of ledges and after relapses and comforted them during panic attacks but it was nothing but a burden on me. It’s such an expenditure of my energy, so I just stopped putting in so much time and effort, like I thought I was supposed to do—because a “good person” is someone who does everything they can for their friends, right? And if they don’t they suck right? All that was bullshit, of course, but I think that’s the way I thought at the time.

Relationships are just transactions, sources of positive affirmation and attention—nothing more. It’s just so meaningless. I get so jealous over the stupid things, and I know that if I told some people the ways I really feel they’d hate me for it.

And I can’t help wondering over and over, “how did this happen? Why am I like this?” and every time there’s no answers to be found. I’m jealous of people because they get reasons, explanations, excuses, closure, and I don’t. There’s no rhyme or reason to this existence—it’s just utterly hedonistic and pointless. I’m just so bored of existing like this.

[the-brainrot-central]

What do you think of my art?? 🥺👉👈 constructive criticism ⚠️‼️ONLY ‼️⚠️🗣️🗣️

I worked REALLY HARD on this one, so don’t be too mean 🥺

[aclownwalksintoalibrary]

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