If You Aren't Looking At Me With Insatiable Bloodlust? Look In Another Fucking Direction.

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firm believe that not everything happens for a reason, sometimes things are just cruel. and they shouldn’t have happened and it’s not supposed to be a lesson because we never deserved such thing.

"Take the shot"

None can own me! I'm for the streets 😤 Come prove me wrong! You cant!

Please come prove me wrong 👉👈

original phrase by @soldierexclipse

I think it’s safe to say that America is no longer just a dictatorship of the bourgeoisie but a very literal and specific dictatorship of Donald J. Trump and you need to act accordingly

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I wrote a real shitty song about microplastics being found in every sperm sample recently. It doesn’t have a name yet, suggestions would be sick as fuck

read it as fast as you can to a kinda old punk tune, i cant think of any examples rn, like 70-80 shit.

microplastics in my balls

micro plastics in my balls

i know that it’s from licking walls

all the plastic in my balls

micro plastic in her head

from last night all in my bed

going down

I heard she said

“Its ok, we’ll all be dead!”

microplastics in her womb

microplastics in her womb

cause we fucked her with a broom

there’s microplastics in her womb

microplastics fetal boo

microplastics fetal boo

you just got here

kid your screwed

sorry we did this to you

micro plastics in your brain

you tell them

say “your insane

why do you hold such disdain?

Theres no plastic in your brain”

micro plastics in your balls

cause you wanted to lick some walls

micro plastics in your womb

why’d you fuck her with a broom?

micro plastics in your mouth

from drinking from your only spout

microplastics in the air

we aint safe

Nope, nowhere

fucking plastic in the air!

You deserve to be kissed until the world melts away—until nothing exists but the warmth of her lips against yours, the soft press of her body, the slow, intoxicating rhythm of hands tracing over curves that finally feel like they belong to you. You deserve the way she breathes your name like a prayer, like an answer to a question neither of you ever had to ask. The way her fingers skim over your skin, teasing, learning, cherishing, until you feel less like a person and more like something divine, something worthy of devotion.

You deserve the stolen glances that turn into lingering stares, the way she tugs you close by the collar of your shirt, her smirk daring, her voice teasing. The way she whispers, low and full of promise, how beautiful you are, how you drive her crazy, how she’s been waiting for this moment since the first time she saw you, shifting nervously in a dress that finally felt like home. You deserve the laughter between breathless kisses, the playful tug of her teeth against your lip, the way her hands settle on your hips with a possessiveness that makes your knees weak.

You deserve to be wanted like this, to be loved not just for who you are now, but for every part of you that led to this moment. Every choice, every struggle, every whispered wish to finally feel right in your own skin—it all led here, to her, to the way she looks at you like you’re the most breathtaking thing she’s ever seen. You deserve to be adored, to be touched with reverence and reckless abandon, to be known in every sense of the word. And gods, you deserve to be kissed like she’ll never get enough.