Shoutout To This Masterpiece That's Been In My Drafts For Going On 2 Years Now

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i always forget how much of a hell getting up in the morning during the cold months is until im trying to get dressed taking frost damage like ough augh ugha oagh uagh

are you five nights at fucking kidding me

I understand more and more things about cisgender men the longer I’m on testosterone. I know why teenage boys use so much axe now. I understand the crying thing. I know why they accidentally break things. I know why they wear shorts in the snow. I know why so many of them don’t use washcloths. I see everything.

wikipedia no longer being anywhere near the top of search results when looking up anything feels eviscerating

me impatiently to the little french cat boiling me in a stew: chat am I cooked

1$ flea market score. Tiny glass 1960s perfume bottles. I love them.

everybody loves stabbing as a sign of homoerotic longing. but when I, Brutus,

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