Very Different And Unique Types Of Cunt Present In This Image. I'm Obsessed

Very different and unique types of cunt present in this image. I'm obsessed

the top left Peter is clearly the gay receptionist everyone hates, he watches TikTok at work with no headphones, and makes ig reels grwms

Middle right Lois is a depop reseller who owns an instagram brand selling made in china jewelry.

She lies that her vape isn't charged when people ask to hit it due to her lack of sharing kindness.

Definitely the type of beautiful girl u meet in the city who's live is a modern horror.

Bottom left Joe is the most evocative to me, she serves drunk girl outside of a mid house party. She's reflective and disheveled but still the prettiest girl at the entire event. You just wanna offer her a cigarette.

Bottom right Peter is from Portland. He was heavily involved in the graffiti / pill scene as a teen. He rebranded after getting on testosterone to focus on her true passion (cheating in poly relationships and abusing his housemates)

Genuinely Extremophile when Lex the gayass Lizard has to learn first hand about murder, fascism and the way history is written by the winners to make its current subjects complacent

Art by Juluurkhan Khalgaev

Great. I behaved like a mindless animal. Then again humans had instincts too, and my situation had been particularly dire the past few days. Surely she would be understanding. It was best to not overthink. I held a fortune of rose quartz over her head. My insurance.

She coaxed me onto a glass table. I took refuge in her shadow, trying to keep my pulse down. This was it. No crevices. A huge wall of nothingness ahead. Anything could dive down and catch me. Anything could jump from the shadows.

Laila lit a candle. A small, domesticated fire.

“Are you sure this is fine? It’s so open out here,” I asked. I stared into the flickering flame. The buzz of crickets struggled to fill the silence. “Nothing is going to hurt you, you can come closer if you’d like,” she said. I leaned against her hand, covering at least my back. She remained calm. My eyes slowly adjusted to darkness.

Our surroundings were a void. A mass of trees beneath us, so domineering and ubiquitous that it was as if they were a single entity. Above a certain threshold everything ceased.

“When you look up there is nothing,” I said.

“Are you talking about the sky?”

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