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askglitchyrobot: neasura: thank you for the first follow i had to draw you’re character i couldn’t resist the call of the glitchy! Oh, right. That’s an old alias of mine. I don’t remember my “official" name. You can call me what you
thefrogman: Heck is a euphemism for hell. It was first used in the late 1800s. It was never associated with fuck. At all. Ever. The only time heck and fuck will be mixed is when I say, “Why the fuckin’ heck would you believe this?” The leading
amaranthdesires:I don’t want to keep on breathing. I’m just a waste of oxygen. I don’t even understand why I try… I’ll never be good enough… I know I can’t and never will be able to compete with social, intelle
just gonna let y’all know that like 90% of the r/wb/y aus i make/made i do so for the aesthetic only…. if u ask me deep complicated story shit ill just be like idk they kiss then they fight and then they kiss again the end
xrayeyesblue: charlottesbed: This is the way I sometimes wish I looked, lean and elegant. I could never pull off that gown. I suppose that is part of why I work at being sexy in the way I can be, so I will somehow be as sexy as this woman, but in a
cherry-bumshell: JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHY DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS CAT BEFORE HER NAME IS TAMAAND SHE’S THE STATIONMASTER AT A TRAIN STATION IN JAPANSHE GREETS ALL THE PASSENGERSAND SHE HAS HER OWN OFFICEAND SHE’S PAID IN CAT FOODAND SHE IS A FUCKING
beta-emily:whiteboisarewimpss-deactivated2:Lol my little beta clitty in its pink micro cage will never compete with alphas and their big delicious cocks 💕This is why I’ll be pussyfree forever 🥺❤️
nvara-of-mortains-own:genderoutlaws:Go Girls Go! | First Dyke March in Washington DC, 1993 I’m stealing tags from @aethersea bc they deserve to be seen #see this is why the ‘queer is a slur’ crowd will never make sense to me#because every time I
An open letter to the only two women I’ve ever felt deeply for:Every time I think I’ve healed, I am shown why I really haven’t. I am not over it, I probably never will be. And that’s okay.