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"I don't like thangyu at all." I say, as I suddenly trip and fall to the ground and multiple pictures of thangyu fall out of my bag. "Wait!" I frantically cry out. "These arent mine!"

Being like. Post-suicidal is so strange. Like hiiiii everybody im new I spent a good chunk of my life languishing and have like 3 or 4 lived experiences. But now I'm ready to fuck and party or whatever. Can we be friends. Im so happy to be here. Can we be friends

daily affirmations

i am the unkillable faggot

i can exist in grocery stores

i have the shittiest music taste in any room

i have a gun

khan be like

no, babe, i dont do casual. its mind numbing devotion for all eternity or nothing

sucker for visual novel men

Whitney cries when getting pegged. No arguments. Tears are pricking the corners of his eyes, Building up on his lashes, And he's biting down on his lip or tongue to not make slutty noises. He hangs his head and refuses to have sex in any position that would let you see his face. He refuses to make eye contact, And his eyes are red, Glossy and puffy after the sex ends. You cannot convince me otherwise and I will die on this hill.

Shout out to my friend who drew me pregnant with my husband Kylar's baby because I won't shut up about this greasy loser of a man 🫶🫶