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i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

sideways scene (x)

shoutout to everyone dealing with. thhe fucking difficulty

peak philosophy in ao3 tags

'ford doesn't know about 9/11' Ford left earth in 1982. Ford doesn't know the cold war fucking ended.

I just realized your url isnt “hell it’s genetics” lmao

i thought your url was catboykitty.

we're both pissing on the poor it seems

so true

need this

posting from my hotel's air conditioning control