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Girls when they need to buy eggs from the store

It’s always “why did you go out in the storm” and “your soaking wet” and never How was the storm The storm looked fun was it fun

baby

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- thousands of pleasures are not worth one torment

i've heard of a love that comes once in a lifetime and i'm pretty sure that you are that love of mine

wait right here, i'll be back in the morning.

GOOOOOOOOO YOU FUCKING HORNSE!!!!!!!!!!!!

“gender math” is still math and therefore i am still bad at it

“Be sure to shake it!” the bubble tea barista tells me but I don’t. I won’t. Why would I? “It mixes the sugar” maybe you want that. Maybe YOU do. To be drinking some homogenous concoction. Uniformly distributed. Each sip the same as the last. Just as sweet. Just as sweet. Just as sweet. All pointless flat indulgence. No personality. No humanity. A time-loop of your own devising, bereft of experience, sanitized of risk.

I want my first sip to be teeth-curdlingly sweet. I want the next to be horribly disappointing. I want to hunt. I want to jab my straw into pockets of substance like my ancestors stirring twigs into a bug colony. I want to raise the straw to different depths and feel something. The ocean is so far but I know what it means to rise from its syrupy dark depths into the still waters above.

I want all boba. I want no boba. I want to scoop the bubbles with my straw when the ice-rocks have been washed dry by the tide. “Be sure to shake it.” Never. I want to experience every human emotion in this cup of tea. I am not a coward. I am not a sheep. My tea is still enough for pond-skaters to glide. It will not shake. Live your repetitive nothing. Live in fear of the unknown. Live your fear of change. I am choking on a boba.

My math teacher sent this to the math group chat (read d/m/y)

Giuseppe Badiali (1798-1859)

A Gothic Forehall at Night (detail)Watercolor on Canvas

i love him i want to hit with my car he’s my best friend i will tear him from limb to limb i understand him i think he’s the worst person in the world i want to send him to therapy i will strap him to a table and dissect him like a frog i want to hug him i will cut off his parachute and throw him off a plane

im a simple woman. man girlm.man woman. i’m a simple. i’m. boy man girl

I need to start dating a shitty reddit guy, so that he can eventually somehow disrespect one of my many eclectic interests, and then I can get mad, and then he can make an AITA post about it, and then it can get posted on tumblr, and then all the tumblr lesbians will tell me I'm hot

the feminine urge to hyperfixate over an old man and download 1000+ pictures of him and look at them lovingly in your spare time

actually i never experience negative consequences due to procrastination. i am occasionally blighted by god for unknowable reasons though

wheres seasons greasons

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I just barely graduated architecture school. Straight C student. My mediocre buildings are everywhere

I was in the bible but they had to edit me out because I said curses words

date night 🐛💕🐛

i’m like touch starved but for a river

*guys selling and trading NFTs* what the fuck, the IRS is making me report my digital assets as assets! that's insane! since when are there regulations on sales of securities!