Sits On My Own Blog Like It’s The Edge Of A Lake Wistfully

Going into this bio exam knowing brown eyes are dominant, blue eyes are submissive, and that punettes are square. Wish me luck!

bro your whimsy. you forgot your fucking whimsy. your solemn and somber attitude is scaring the hoes

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this is Garf's sunroom, bathroom, living room, and kitchen, respectively. my header image is his office! (sorry no poetry today :/)

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every day when i wake up i take a womans multivitamin and think "everyones divided on if these work or not, maybe i shouldnt even take them :(" and then proceed to say out loud "im not even a woman lol." i then grab my balls out of the saline solution i soak them in overnight, to keep them taught, and stick em back on me to continue my day! its so easy being green! or whatever the fuck that frog said!

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"so wHY DONT YOU GIVE ME ONE MORE

chAAAAAAANCE"

-Gumball Waterson

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(before we get started i know none of this is whimsigoth but this is the only social media i have to show my trip to yall im so sorry plz dont crucify me)

GOOOOOD nothing like being in a different country and having the urge, no, the NEED to text an ex or flirt and sext, amirite ladies? FUCK.

Also! The red and white striped clothing you see woman wearing in some pictures are called Güipil. They are woven and worn with a traditional skirt (same weaving method is used but an entirely different pattern and style is used for skirts) by the Triqui people, which I am half :)! We are a fascinating group of indigenous Mexicans so if you have any questions please please ask away!! I wanna talk to yall about my people (or you could just google us but i miss you all :( so)

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"I wanted wings solely to reach the cleaner undisturbed air

Be told I was better for reaching so high

I now know I was destined for the bottom

Only those born of storks should ever touch clouds"

-me lol

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first post on this account!! on every post i'll have where i found whatever image and who posted it in the alt text, but please pretty please let me know if i miss any. like i said in my bio, i'm really only posting to make my own curated image board though i still want to give credit to where i find them! in these little sections i'm thinking of writing about my current read, tbr list, current fandoms, etc. i'll probably even make little diary entries :D sorry this has been long enough!

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sorry if this is a dumb question but uhmm is anyone else's boop-o-meter doing this???

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!!!

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"she laughs. she laughs hard. "'oh, my god, i know'" she says "'they're so big.'" we both laugh at our son's big balls."

-that fucking psycho colleen hoover

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tonights theme? lights & lamps. why? BECAUSE I SAID SO. i finally read a colleen hoover book for the first time, take a wild guess which one. ive been down this COD hyper fixation rabbit hole for the past month, lots and lots of fan fiction has been read, Ghost specifically. but i make exceptions for soap and konig (im equally in love with them all.) ive never played any of the games before but i sure do know all the lore so i think im better than any man, alive or dead.

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i was having a very tmi convo in a hotel bar with my friend where he was telling me that every time he is intimate, he immediately cleans and goes to bed.

i say "hey that's a little american psycho"

he says "well, do you have ibs?"

and in that moment, i really believed that he was telling me that the reason he hits it and quits it is because of his ibs. ibs makes you loveless.

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.