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Do what...

DO WHAT???

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Reddit makes dumb decision -> I finally decide to check out Tumblr -> meet cool people on the 196 tag and become mutuals -> I discover one of them lives in Aus too -> I fly like 1000km and we fuck and cuddle

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Reblog to give prev a magical amulet that protects them from headache

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Only one thing y’all can take from trans women. Notes.

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My brain: You have so many tight deadlines. So many things on your weekly schedule. So many important jobs. You have to get important work done!!!

My hands:

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I saw a tag game with this piccrew, but I can't find the original chain anymore. This was too much fun though, so here we go.

Piccrew + fav album this week

No pressure tags :) @coffeefromvoid @catraven @captain-cherrymary-blog @insectsinthestars @mishalikessoundsandcolours @miko-fellco @horrormovie-addict @majorlycelliers @aseriesofshocks @anyone who wants to join :)

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Believe it or not I am an artist and I do sell things on Redbubble and I will occasionally post about it.

So I made another thing (it says mature but there's no explicit content it's just a mushroom woman with her boobs out)

(I hope that link works :/ )

Anyway I'd really appreciate it if literally any one would buy my art I haven't sold anything

#artist on tumblr #art #rk #redbubble #fey #mushrooms #im just slapping on taggs hoping this will reach people #fantasy #oc #(?) #illustration #digital art #the strugge is real

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happy tiger mug tuesday

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Types of brain fog:

Brain is primordial sludge & you are drowning in it

U are a ghost and nothing is real

Mental equivalent of attempting to stream some high-res video game when all you have is dial-up

The thing you want to articulate is *right there* but you're just scrabbling at it like a cat continually failing to catch the bird on the other side of the window

The Void

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I dreamed I met Spring inside my fridge

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this emerged in my head when I was trying to drive

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cat employment

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“Lolita isn’t a perverse young girl. She’s a poor child who has been debauched and whose senses never stir under the caresses of the foul Humbert Humbert, whom she asks once, ‘how long did [he] think we were going to live in stuffy cabins, doing filthy things together…?’ But to reply to your question: no, its success doesn’t annoy me, I am not like Conan Doyle, who out of snobbery or simple stupidity preferred to be known as the author of “The Great Boer War,” which he thought superior to his Sherlock Holmes. It is equally interesting to dwell, as journalists say, on the problem of the inept degradation that the character of the nymphet Lolita, whom I invented in 1955, has undergone in the mind of the broad public. Not only has the perversity of this poor child been grotesquely exaggerated, but her physical appearance, her age, everything has been transformed by the illustrations in foreign publications. Girls of eighteen or more, sidewalk kittens, cheap models, or simple long-legged criminals, are baptized “nymphets” or “Lolitas” in news stories in magazines in Italy, France, Germany, etc; and the covers of translations, Turkish or Arab, reach the height of ineptitude when they feature a young woman with opulent contours and a blonde mane imagined by boobies who have never read my book. In reality Lolita is a little girl of twelve, whereas Humbert Humbert is a mature man, and it’s the abyss between his age and that of the little girl that produces the vacuum, the vertigo, the seduction of mortal danger. Secondly, it’s the imagination of the sad satyr that makes a magic creature of this little American schoolgirl, as banal and normal in her way as the poet manqué Humbert is in his. Outside the maniacal gaze of Humbert there is no nymphet. Lolita the nymphet exists only through the obsession that destroys Humbert. Herein an essential aspect of a unique book that has been betrayed by a factitious popularity.”

— Vladimir Nabokov (tr. Brian Boyd), Apostrophes (1975)