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Beryl Grace web weave
Texas Governor Abbot, known for his closeness to Israel, sends police and national guards against University of Texas students.
THIS
Some of them are also transphobic as well as homophobic and constantly saying that it’s a sin all the while being shacked up with their baby momma or baby daddy without a ring too 🥴
MAKE IT MAKE SENSE
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billford animatic i made to the song 'confrontation'! ^^
El detalle que confirma cómo es la verdadera relación entre Alejandra Rubio y su primo, José María Almoguera
OKY.DOKY KEEP POSTING
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George Harrison photographié dans un jardin à Henley-on-Thames par Terry O'Neil, 1975
Welcome to my blog I’m filled with sadness and I yearn to be kissed on the neck
Welcome to my blog I’m filled with sadness and I yearn to be kissed on the neck
Welcome to my blog I’m filled with sadness and I yearn to be kissed on the neck
Stop making unworthy people a priority
I dyed my hair again and i'm extremely happy with the new look :DD
OKY.DOKY HOY X MI MAÑANA X TI KEEP POSTING EN X
Weirdly anti-millennial articles have scraped the bottom of the barrel so hard that they are now two feet down into the topsoil
does anyone have an aux cord i can borrow
Glossed Over Eyes & Flat-lined Lips
Today was the same as yesterday, and the day before and the day before, every day since I moved to this city has been the same.
“That’ll be 30.42,” the cashier’s voice echoed around me. I dug into my purse, tugging out my raggedy patent leather wallet. It was nearly disintegrated, but it worked, I guess. I handed the droopy-eyed teenager, standing behind the register, a couple of bills. Once I received my change, I was on my way, groceries in tow. The bags pulled my arms down, but I didn’t mind, I guess. I felt comforted knowing that something was keeping me anchored down to Earth.
The commute on the subway back to my apartment was noisy and long. I fought back the insatiable urge to claw my face off.
As I walked up the steps to my apartment building, I looked out onto the horizon. It was a wonderful day. A gentle breeze, birds chirping, and the sun high in the sky. I breathed it in for a moment. Days like these were one of the only things I had nowadays.
Fiddling the keys out of my pocket, I unlocked my door. A depressing sight welcomed me. Compared to the weather, my apartment was pathetic, at best. Dust and grime and stupid, old furniture left by the previous tenant. It was everything I hated. Even the air smelled musty. Disgusting. How could someone like me live in a place like this? I’ve fallen so far from my lofty throne.
All I could do was sleep. I threw my item-filled plastic bags down on the counter and fell over onto the couch. Bits of dust soared up into the air and then back down. I do this often nowadays. It was one of my only sources of comfort. I felt my eyes going blurry, my mind going blank, and my body sinking into the sofa. I felt encapsulated by the warmth of my little bubble.
In my dreams, I could be anything. I didn’t have to be the failure I was, living in a glorified cardboard box, working a part-time job I hated while studying a major I couldn’t care less about. Sleeping was best for me now. It was the only time I could get a break from everything. The noisy transit, the bright-eyed tourists, everything—all of it, all at once, all gone.
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(Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this little dollop of my writing. I'll try to post a continuation tomorrow!)
Ma'am pls stop posting porn on the trans tag I just want exceptance and love
“Fall in love with taking care of yourself. Fall in love with the path of deep healing. Fall in love with becoming the best version of yourself but with patience, with compassion, and respect to your own journey.”
— Sylvester McNutt