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drenchedbones · 4 months
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having a uterus SUCKS man bc all day you'll be feeling the "hey bestie check your pants 😃 check it right now 😃 you might be getting your period 😃 hey bestie i think youre bleeding 😃" and then when you check if you got your period and your body is like WRONG ❌️ its The Slime
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this pic DOES shit to me frrrrr😵‍💫
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drenchedbones · 4 months
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A friendly reminder, you don't have to conform to a select aesthetic. Not everything has to be aesthetic and you can be/enjoy more than one. For example I combine grunge and goth aesthetics been thinking about mixing in a little dark academia.
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drenchedbones · 4 months
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when I was around twelve I used to sit at the family computer and send hatemail to a white french dude named Jacques who was a self proclaimed communist on Tumblr. This was back in the day when you didn't need a blog to send anon hate. I had no real beef with him but I just didn't like his tone. used to send him "SHUT UP Jacques" periodically. and he'd answer every single one of my asks like "who is this?? show your face or I'll fucking kill you" and I'd be like "now now, that doesn't make sense, jacques" all haughty and he'd get so fucking mad at me. One time he posted a selfie and I sent him an ask claiming I was a psychologist and that his hair parting suggested that he wasn't a communist at all. and he took it deliriously serious and went off on a 2,000 word rant. I can remember going to stay at my grandparents over that weekend, so I didn't even respond to the rant until I came back. I could've chosen to end it there, but when I returned, I sent him another ask which was like "psychologist here again: if you were a communist your hair parting would be in the middle. evenly distributed. All behavioural signs point to someone who doesn't take their own values seriously." and he went ballistic. really swearing at me. all caps type beat. he never turned the asks off, btw. which always made me wonder if he didn't know how to, or if he didn't want to cause he was convinced he was fighting a war, and this action would ensure he lost it. anyway this went on for weeks until one day I completely forgot about him like he was some kind of childhood imaginary friend I'd conjured up in my loneliness. but yesterday I happened to recall the whole scenario, because my buddy was like "remember when you were twelve and I came over to your house, and you showed me on the computer how you'd been terrorizing this random French guy for days on end. And you were laughing like fucking crazy. and I said it wasn't funny because he probably had problems, and you were like 'oh.' and you looked a bit guilty for a second, but then you went and got a grapefruit from the kitchen and threw it out of the second story window at my kid brother, who was playing in the street, and then you started laughing again?" Well. when she put it like that, needless to say I felt bad. so Jacques if you're out there I'm sorry I was such a little shit. you had totally normal hair, and you only wanted people to share stuff. If it's any consolation I know every day of my life that I'm probably going to hell for the sick things I have done
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Trompe-l’oeil ceiling with trellis, vines, and birds, and in the center a roundel with the arms of the Medici family. Galleria degli Uffizi, Florence.
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Cillian Murphy and Lucy Liu snuggle with a cat in Watching the Detectives (2007).
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new rocks, 2007
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celtic mythology: the dagda
the dagda was chief of the tuatha dé danann, the foremost of the irish ancestral gods. highly skilled and wise beyond measure, he was not only the god of life and death, but of seasons, agriculture, fertility, magic, and druidry as well.
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drenchedbones · 4 months
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I miss the taste
Been thinking about buying a pack of cigs lately. In some sick way I miss them, I miss the taste of burnt rubber. I miss the coughing after the first inhale after a long while.
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cigarette litter
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Cho Gi-Seok: Smoking Kills (2023)
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I love you enough to ask you again 🖤🖤
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Hello father strange, I have to ask, was this the picture your friend had open in photoshop on that fateful day 10 years ago?
I don’t think so, there was definitely leg. But it’s close. The vibe is right.
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drenchedbones · 5 months
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Colors of Grunge
red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, & purple
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