Now consider: a man in a dress. Not in drag or all dressed up or anything. No accessories, no makeup or styling, just wearing the dress, some ratty boxers and muddy sneakers. No socks or stockings, hairy legs in the open air, just raw dogging those nasty shoes. Hair mildly damp. Visibly sleep-deprived. Bruises on shoulders, elbows and knees, left palm bleeding. Sitting on a curb on the street, shivering, looking wretched, and absolutely miserable.
I forgot where I was going with this.
do you ever feel/experience something so deeply profound but are just unable to put the words to it
like trying to describe a dream
there aren't enough people talking about the horse girl to band kid pipeline
having a crush is kinda fun when you dont wanna do murder-suicide about it
did you know you can do anythingh with your ocs and no one can stop you.. did you know you can make aus of your ocs. you should make aus of your ocs
when gerard way sings "the broken, the beaten, and the damned" and when kermit the frog sings "the lovers, the dreamers, and me" they're talking about the same people btw
I spent all of Easter with my Cock buried to the hilt in my Kermit Plushie's tender hole... now I awaken to news of the Pope's death. Coincidence...?
capitalism? more like crapitalism!!!!!
What do you get when you type I need into the tags..
want more juice but i drinked it all. this is, i cannot stress this enough, utterly fucked
not to be insensitive but some of the salem witch trials were so funny bitches like “i saw her at the devils sacrament!!!” girl... what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament 👀
hi i'm scotch tape or cas for short // i post stuff sometimes and reblog occasionally // genderfluid bastard // any/all // pfp is Philip Pearson from Travelers (2016)
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