I Always Think Abt My Cousin In Greece Who's Like Obsessed With American Culture, Bc Ill Say That Im

your unreliable narrator fucking bit me

you are NOT my “passenger princess” get off your phone we are Under attack!!!!!!!! you are my gunner; man the weapons and defend our vehicle with your life!!!

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.

starting off the year with a two tire blow out and the loss of a very important friendship!!!

will be me for the foreseeable future, hopefully it'll give me more time to post more •3•

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"Someone asked how I feel about Captain Crunch. I'm capable of eating an entire box of it without any milk. It is a sweet taste that is indescribable. Captain Crunch is its own flavour."

-my baby, my husband, my lover, Pedro Pascal

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you know, when i made that post about judge judy, i was really thinking about pedro pascal. ive been his fan since i was a child watching my mom watch law & order and buffy. i grew up thinking people on tv stayed that age (i didnt understand the concept of time) and i was utterly disappointed to find out that he did not wait for me (he didnt stop aging and wont sleep outside his age range, which i guess makes him a good person? but like cmon? its me? the literal love of your life?) if he would have me, i would take care of him in old age. change diapers, give medication, bathe him. i would remind him every day of who he was, every reason i love him, and any memory i could think of to remind him that hes human. that he deserves to be here just as much as anyone, else even in sickness.

now that ive basically wrote out my wet dream, bye! love you!!

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Purple, color of the intuition

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"i know when you hear my name, your eyes quiver and your throat feels raw 

you can't help but seize at the idea of hearing my voice again

no one else can quell your parched tongue, as nothing would be more gratifying than me"

-i know i keep quoting my own poetry but ugh let me live >///<

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like any other genderfluid boss babe, i use tumblr to quench my thirst for smutty fan fiction. last night as i was perusing for my night cap i decided "hey, lets read about joel miller just absolutely going to town on my body!" BUT you perverse, fatherless (same lol) FREAKS! cant seem to write anything about that man without it being the most obvious father/daughter fantasy story. freud was so right, why would you let him be right? anyways go read @bageldaddy 's one shot called Sundown cause WOWIE WOAH MAMA! HUMMINA HUMMINA HUMMIMA BAZOOOOOOOOING! * EYES POP OUT * AROOOOOOOOGA! * JAW DROPS TONGUE ROLLS OUT * WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF WOOF * TONGUE BURSTS OUT OF THE MOUTH UNCONTROLLABLY LEAKING FACE AND EVERYTHING IN REACH * WURBLWURBLWURBWURLBWURBLWURBLEWLURBWUBRLWURBWLWUBLR * TINY CUPID SHOOTS AN ARROW THROUGH HEART * AHHHHHHHHHHH ME LADY... * HEART IN THE SHAPE OF A HEART STARTS BEATING SO HARD YOU CAN SEE IT THROUGH SHIRT* BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM BA-BUM * MILK TRUCK CRASHES INTO A BAKERY STORE IN THE BACKGROUND *

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"while the mountains sang their songs for me

and i was carrying their tune

we gorged ourselves on strawberries

telling stories of our youth

then the sun shone its gospel down

we were soaking it all in

the wind comes and cools our skin

that's when the leaves would start listening"

-a song i wrote about chilling with my grandma

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i'm back home!! regularly scheduled updates will be back on track tomorrow night :) thank you to everyone for your patience. also hello to all the new followers :D we've got over 70 people in the family now!!! im thinking of posting house inspo so we can pretend we all live together. but seriously though i really appreciate every single one of you, you've all been so amazing :) love you mwah<3

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hey dude, idk how much you remember from the party last night but- yeah, everyone saw your want. yeah no it was pretty late and winding down so it was quiet enough that every single person there saw it throbbing and twitching in your chest and so wet with hunger it was glistening under the kitchen light. they said it looked like it was reaching for something

i don't budget because i know eventually this system will collapse and people will come to me to see old vintage stuff that only i have now

Being a flop changed my life. The world is not my oyster, I am glowing. I walked into a pole this morning. There's very little I wouldn't do for $1,000