My magics are varied and dastardly creative, you may have escaped my curses this time but surely I’ll get you one of these days in the name of all us freaks that have been deemed “culturally unacceptable”

I remember a time when eating ass was taboo! I remember a time when whale tails were hip! I’ve seen the explosion of “step-bro”, Us who love to see the dogs out will have our day!

Always!! I’m a freak not unhygienic

Oh, sorry, I’m referring to feet in a sexual context

Ehh you guys are okay, I’ve had good experiences with guys that were indifferent and still try it, it’s the ones that act like I’m gross or wrong for wanting it that deserve the sock slippage.

Doin my best 🫶

Finding them is the hard part.

Made a friend recently after not having any for a long time and it’s hard to know how much is too much.

Right? Like maybe they’re saying lucky as in “I’m happy to see you have someone who cares about you, supports you, and is genuinely excited to be around you.”

Depp was actually really good friends with Thompson and lived with hunter for a few years before the filming of the movie so he was kinda the perfect person to cast.

Idk if you’re her but on the off chance you are I love your music 🫶

Oh nooooo don’t stick my horny ass in a room with a bunch of other horny people 🙇‍♀️ doooooont

Fuck, I didn’t know I needed this but I’m ready to sign up!

You’re not my daddy, you can’t tell me what to do

Yeah, machinists don’t judge when you start talking about being real into cnc

I blame my lifelong oral fixation paired with my violent need for love.

He said a lot of uh… memorable stuff😮‍💨

“I liked you better when you wanted to kill yourself” Abusive ex to me

A poem my brother wrote

Nothing changes, and it changes all at once. Nothing moves, nothing exists. Nothing is important, so we should learn nothing, we should study nothing, get close to nothing, be kind to nothing. We must come to understand nothing so well that we could maybe even see nothing in ourselves. Because nothing matters, nothing is important, and I think that’s something.

Hi bamo!

Sappho - Fragment 147 - bits of a text that was mostly destroyed by time, the remaining words gave us this