STOP CENSORING YOURSELF ON THIS WEBSITE. FUCK SHIT SEX MURDER ALCOHOL DRUGS FAGGOT DYKE QUEER TRANS BITCH SLUT WHORE SEX SEX SEX SEX!!!!!!!!!!!
if i had a dick i would love to have a disappointing orgasm in the shower while thinking of something or someone that i felt i should not be thinking about & then stand under the water with my forehead against a wall watching the proof of my guilt & shame go down the drain
The insight I get into the female mind thanks to this website is amazing.
not a female 👍
pause everybody take notes. real trans ally
destroy the idea that angels are blonde and blue eyed and fair skinned !!! destroy the idea of holy imagery consisting only of white people !!!
iirc this is actually one of thomas blackshear’s main subject matters! so check out his stuff if ur interested
YES!!!!
[attempting to flirt] if i was stuck in a timeloop id desperately explain my situation to you every single reset
Ever since reading my first time loop-based book as a preteen, I’ve had a Secret Time Loop Code Word. It’s been the same word all these years. I’ve never written it down anywhere or told anyone what it is, just kept it tucked away in my brain. That way, if someone I know ever confided in me that they were stuck in a time loop, I would have a way to confirm it: I would tell them the time loop code word and instruct them to find and talk to me again on the next loop. Of course, if it’s a time loop, I wouldn’t remember telling them the code word. But they’d remember it. So if someone ever came to me and said “I’m stuck in a time loop, and the time loop code word is [X],” and it was indeed the word I’ve secretly held onto for most of my life, I would know that we had had this conversation in a previous loop and that they were telling the truth.
Will this ever be useful? Almost certainly not. But hey, there’s nothing wrong with having a completely absurd contingency plan. In case of time loops.
I can clearly remember the moment I first realised my mother and I were living on completely different planes of existence. I was 7 years old and I came home from my school's first track and field day having placed second or third in every event. the teachers had been making jokes all afternoon about how many times they had to call my name. my friends thought I was cool as shit. my enemies thought I was cool as shit too, come to think of it. I was proud as hell. so I get home with the entire front of my shirt covered in ribbons like I was a military dictator who'd awarded himself every medal, I walk into the kitchen and tell my mum all about my day, and she goes "oh, that must be disappointing not getting any firsts." and I'm like no?? first of all the first place ribbons are red and I don't like red. second of all look at me. there's literally nowhere left on my body for accolades. I am fucking Jacked of All Trades. how could this possibly be a disappointment.
>two parts oatmeal one part milk
that shit goes down smooth as silk
>two parts oatmeal one part rice
kinda weird but could be nice
>two parts oatmeal one part stew
now it's getting hard to chew
>two parts oatmeal one part mole
um no thanks i'm really full
>two parts oatmeal one part mouse
what the fuck dude leave my house
>two parts oatmeal one part arm
where'd that come from who'd you harm
>two parts oatmeal one part ned
who is that oh god he's dead
>two parts oatmeal one part gourd
oh fuck yeah i'm back onboard!
