Je veux envelopper mes bras autour de vous, mais vous ne me le permettez pas. Quel monde quel monde quel monde Me fondre.
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Addiction: Middle Management of Capitalism
exertion charred lungs feel good after branding, though spin class is actual hell. endorphins, you are not booze or coffee, but you are okay [for now] — suddenly there is so much more to do. Not addiction constrained to certain locations everywhere is a place to be; my body, unhooked from IV free to explore.…
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“oh, They Must Be Masturbating”
My actual thought if I see someone is: -sitting alone with sunglasses on in a parked car at any park, -sitting alone in a hotel hottub, -me, -peewee herman. — i just left a sweat mark on a brick wall, a brick mark on a sweat back, and not even from anything fun.
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Nobody
Craves a fucking salad. chop me up and throw me into your mouth, crunch down on me and swallow eating me will not nourish you [but that isn’t what you’re going for] sweetheart, i will not make you beautiful but you will love me for it. — Crisp
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Blaine
i don’t remember you most of the time. It was 2005, or 6 & you worked at Starbucks. I didn’t remember your name, but you knew mine. — you messaged me on AIM, like we did back then. I was inexperienced, and you knew just what to say. i didn’t especially like you, but you…
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10 reasons Why
“for too long has the female body been conditioned to mute and edit itself for the male gaze. for instance, it is unlady-like to admit releasing in all forms from traditionally imposed pressures 1.farting/shitting/menstruating 2.burping, 3.being angry, 4.speaking up for oneself, 5.really, asserting any action upon another [unless it is to be fetishized by/for male…
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broke boys can only afford cheap frames
“that guy always goes after -my sloppy seconds,” said the Manboy; referring to woman as gruel, some thing eaten off a platter, not person. not agent, who happened to once momentarily gravitate in their Associative sphere. life must be so easy as the subject of every story.
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