vamphorricgooner
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tell me a secret, pass me your vape. You are the eyes seeing through God’s hand || he/him || 21
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vamphorricgooner · 6 hours ago
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I'm not anything but I believe in beliefs
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vamphorricgooner · 3 days ago
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Look down on me, good and gentle Jesus, while I kneel here.
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vamphorricgooner · 4 days ago
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There’s nothing better than friends reading something you love and giving you updates as they go. Like yes, my melancholy whatever I’m dead I’m dead, but let me relive this with you, let me live again….
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vamphorricgooner · 4 days ago
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do you want to have sex with me i promise it will be totally weird and unsatisfying maybe we can make it a whole thing
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vamphorricgooner · 5 days ago
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I don't care if she commits atrocities, bro, she's justified by the narrative
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vamphorricgooner · 6 days ago
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Maybe it’s better to have the terrible times first. I don’t know. Maybe then, you can have, if you live, a better life, a real life, because you had to fight so hard to get it away⸺you know?⸺from the mad dog who held it in his teeth. But then your life has all those tooth marks, too, all those tatters and all that blood.
James Baldwin  This morning, this evening, so soon  
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vamphorricgooner · 18 days ago
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i'm tired of reading about women having unfulfilling sex with their male partners and religious guilt and how the internet is affecting our ability to connect with each other and ultraspecific references to name-brand products and disaffected writers writing disaffected prose about how disaffected they are and thinly-veiled elite university campuses and conspicuously nameless first-person protagonists and bargain bin nihilism and sparse utilitarian language and marriage plots and conflicted feelings about motherhood and metacommentary and vaguely liberal politics. i want to read just one beautiful sentence
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vamphorricgooner · 18 days ago
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(You’ve chosen to not remember this part.)
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vamphorricgooner · 22 days ago
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vamphorricgooner · 22 days ago
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fuck baby ur so hot i wanna do the dishes with u and make u hot tea when ur sick
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vamphorricgooner · 22 days ago
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yeah no im trying to be super normal. yeah i'll keep you looped in on how its going. we can touch base, i'll add you into the email chain. no yeah definetely looking forward to it.
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vamphorricgooner · 22 days ago
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They should invent a way to interact with people that doesn't feel like I'm being hunted for sport
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vamphorricgooner · 22 days ago
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queerbaiting is good because the yearning is always better than the having
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vamphorricgooner · 23 days ago
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anyone wanna take me out back and shoot me like an old dog
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vamphorricgooner · 26 days ago
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"You survive this and in some terrible way, which I suppose no one can ever describe, you are compelled, you are corralled, you are bullwhipped into dealing with whatever it is that hurt you. And what is crucial here is that if it hurt you, that is not what’s important. Everybody’s hurt. What is important, what corrals you, what bullwhips you, what drives you, torments you, is that you must find some way of using this to connect you with everyone else alive. This is all you have to do it with. You must understand that your pain is trivial except insofar as you can use it to connect with other people’s pain; and insofar as you can do that with your pain, you can be released from it, and then hopefully it works the other way around too; insofar as I can tell you what it is to suffer, perhaps I can help you to suffer less."
- James Baldwin, The Artist's Struggle for Integrity
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vamphorricgooner · 26 days ago
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truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.
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vamphorricgooner · 30 days ago
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