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"i know i am no better than swine

i scream and squeal at the ground 'make me beautiful, in the image of the starry night sky!'

i carve, dirty hands in dirty soil, messages for the gods i may never lay eyes on 'make me perfect. make me feel love. make me.'

-the irony is pigs dont even know what stars look like! and im the pig!! get it? haha! get it????? im sad!!!

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i promise soon ill make happy poems, ive just been so moody lately! i went apple picking with a friend today, we also got pumpkins! sometimes i forget how nice it feels to dress up and play with friends :) sorry no haha funny post today, maybe tomorrow! OH also!! i was thinking about maybe on sunday nights posting "outfit inspo" collages!! so if that sounds cool maybe comment a little "yeah babe" or a "hey kiddo, its dad, i know we havent spoken much since, well really ever. but i wanted you know, im proud of you." to let me know youd like the collages :D!!!

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the more pedro publicly leans into his socialist son of political refugees roots the more i wanna suck his dick

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i relished being the one who made you cry"

-guess who...

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ooookay!!! so i technically missed a day of posting! so what! i was busy making a hinge account so i could fall in love in 24 days and then disappear on my trip or whatever. anyways i saw the most beautiful amazing woman today on a walk downtown and i stopped her to tell her how drop dead gorgeous she was and she went "ha." and walked away. i love her. so m uch! ok thats all for today i am very "eek! anxiety!" today :~(

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"when you have a slip, it’s just that. A slip. It doesn’t define you. It doesn’t make you a failure. The most important thing is that you don’t let that slip become a slide."

- I'm Glad My Mom Died (Jennette McCurdy)

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TW// mentions of ed and ignoring boundaries specifically about food

i talked on one of my post, when i was in mexico, about how difficult it was to have my boundaries ignored. specifically about food (my family constantly asking if i'm hungry/being told i AM hungry even though i explicitly said no) and i just wanted to let you guys know know, whether you have an ed or not, that you are not mean or crazy or weird for having certain boundaries and maintaining them.

if you've ever had one or currently battling one, i adore you. i look up to you. we are all working to have better days.

sorry if this was heavy but i need to talk a little bit about it. i love you guy, thank you in advance for letting me get that out. i did make ANOTHER blog called watertowertown where i can vent about my life and politics, basically think pieces. so if you're interested in that then you can checking out. if you want reposts and shit post and other random shit you can follow triangleoffairness

mwah kisses -3-

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The bull pants in the thick heat of its own blood. It strains against its own largeness. This is no field, there is no grass, no open sky, no cows, no shady tree. In due process the cranium is split from the corpus, and the bull returns to its sky and field.

The headless bull is a monument, an excess. A massive trash-heap of shit. The pile is rummaged through and slowly digested by the infinite number of earthly coprophiles. Hot globs of muscle and skin, gushing blood and seeping tears, all melted by bile into running shit. This hot alchemical slag of the coprophagic digestive tract flows across the lands, distributed across every meridian, from dust to dust. The body is not returned to earth whole but dissolves into the same feces that all become.

But the castrated head seeks another body. It resolves never again to touch the unclean earth. The sacrificial bull head, with horns erect like excited angel wings, its eyes rolled up in pleasure and locked like a hunter to the twinkling stars, its tongue drooping out for a taste of divine wind, is set to final orgasmic blaze over licking flames. Fur, skin, muscle, snot, spit, eyeballs, brains, all rendered dark and sacred cloud: A final little death for the remaining mundanity. A vein to Heaven has opened, and the ashes flow upward into the vaulted cranium of the sky along the pulsing hot wind. In a thousand years another celestial eye will join the countless others of the night.

I 💗 the human experience. There is blood in my mouth !

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"I care for you still and I will forever

That was my part of the deal, honest

We got so familiar

Spending each day of the year"

-you gay bitches know what's up (it's white ferrari by frank ocean)

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well in the last few months u haven't posted i have:

• gotten the job at that law firm

• learned to HATE this job

• started dating someone who also worked here and then she quit

• we then broke up after about 7 months? long story, will talk about that next time

• got a platinum membership for an aquarium i love

• chromakopia came out and i've changed significantly

n e ways i've almost entirely stopped talking to ppl so HNY and cheers to more posts💃🏽🕺

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GRR RUFF!

Zaun vik and Jayce

that pistachio completely sealed in its shell is scared and alone, like a miner trapped by rubble. you need to free it by any means necessary. get the gun from your dad's cabinet