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#im having a moment
strangepersonhere · 19 days
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Being aroace is so cool, but so, so hard sometimes. Watching all the persons you hold dear finding *their* person. Grieving the idea of an allo relationship. Realizing that, maybe, somehow, you're the second choice fo everyone. Because friends are great, but **lovers** are the goal in our society.
Most of the time, i am sooo happy to be aroace. And then, when im alone in bed, at 3 am, i find myself crying by fear of being alone.
And I think it's normal. It's grieving a certain way of thinking. And it's hard, especially when you were raised this way, and that everyone keeps doubting your identity.
So yeah. Shout-out to all the aroace people, wanting a deeper connection, without wanting romantic love.
I love y'all
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fossys · 5 months
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behold; how the public sees cluster b personality disorders
-"omg haha ur crazy thats so hot"
-evil abuser disorder 1
-evil abuser disorder 2
-"whats that?"
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the-tired-commander · 10 months
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What? No I am totally normal about my friends ocs
*I trip and hundreds of photos of their ocs flood out of my pockets*
Okay listen-
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dyooska · 3 months
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jacob elordi stronger than me bc if barry fucking keoghan looks at ME like this, im gone.
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worldprincess111 · 2 months
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Sharon tate looking all cutesy 💕
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demadogs · 1 year
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mike wheeler actually said verbatim “its hawkins its not the same without you” to will with a stupid goofy smile while they played the same track that plays over max and lucas’ first romantic scene. like that is canon.
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softiedingo · 2 months
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everytime i remember that my future depends on me:
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astronnova · 7 months
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lottieurl · 1 year
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franz kafka, letter to milena • edvard munch, the kiss II • emily bronte, wuthering heights • yellowjackets, blood hive • kaveh akbar, calling a wolf a wolf • killing eve, wide awake • amal el-mohtar and max gladstone, this is how you lose the time war • yellowjackets, edible complex • the triassic cuddle • radiohead, where i end and you begin
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ooey-gooey-angel · 2 months
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MY HEART'S FUCKING EMPTY AND I'M TRYING TO FILL IT UP BUT IT'S NOT BIG ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US NO, IT'S NOT BIG ENOUGH FOR THE BOTH OF US NO, IT'S NOT BIG-
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transbeeduo · 5 months
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does anyone ever think about. the dsmp.
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nouveaullo · 2 years
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i wish i knew, i wish i knew you wanted me
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dxmnsvoid · 10 months
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the need to fly high up in the sky and then close my wings letting gravity take over , dive towards the ground just to open my wings again so i dont crash , flying back up ... please give me back my wings
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booksandpaperss · 7 months
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literally where would I be without music where would anyone be without music
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makethemhoesmad · 1 month
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if u think i’m pretty
guys i’m sorry
i went a lil too feral but i was having an azzi moment
please be nice
i shouldn’t do it. i really shouldn’t. i can’t call azzi, not today. i should be getting some sleep, i have a test tomorrow. but this studying is getting to me.
me: hey, wanna come over while i study?
azzi: if you want to fuck just say so
me: come over 
i’m sitting on my bed when azzi struts into my room like she owns the place. “you know, you could have just said you wanted to fuck. i know you don’t actually want to hang out with me.” she says, standing with her arms crossed. i roll my eyes, then lightly spread my legs, showing azzi the reason she bothers to keep talking to me.
“i know you think i’m pretty baby.”
she scoffs, then tears off her hoodie and sweats. “you only keep me here because you know i can fuck you better than you could ever fuck yourself.” near the end of that insult, her words become muffled as she inserts her face between my thighs. 
“oohhh, azzi, right there baby” she laughs, which vibrates my core and makes me moan louder. she tries to lift her head up to make a smart remark, but my hands hold her to my pussy. As i near my climax, my grip loosens. her head pops off, ruining my orgasm entirely. “what the actual fuck, i’ve been good, that was unnecessary.” she giggles, creeping up my body. “i just had to show you i was right. ‘m gonna make you feel so good, cum so hard right on mommy’s fingers.” she’s sucking on my neck and i don’t realize it when she plunges her fingers into my soaked pussy. i cry out, breathing hard against her neck. 
“azzi, please, so good, so good.”
she stops moving. i whine and try to push my hips up to get her going again, but she’s holding me down. 
“that’s not my name you fucking slut. get it right or you can get yourself off by grinding on my abs. remember that time? remember i made you cum so many times i had to carry you to your couch? don’t make that mistake again whore.”
she starts going again at a breakneck pace. i feel like my whole body is moving.
“mmmommy your so good please keep going ill be so good please please fuck fuck faster mommy faster,” i scream as i climax. she fucks me through it, then shoves her fingers into my mouth.
“clean up your mess slut. you looked so dirty  with my fingers all in you, cumming with my name on your lips. now it’s your turn babe.”
she takes her fingers out of my mouth and pushes my head down to her pussy. she’s soaked. i could cry at the sight of her, she’s so beautiful. i push my face in, sucking hard on her clit. 
“damn, right there baby, right there, keep going, good girl”
it doesn’t take her long to cum, with all we’ve been doing. we curl up in my bed, her head on my chest, because deep down, i know all she wants is to be held. i always sleep better with her in my arms.
when i wake up the next morning, she’s gone, but the bed is still warm. i start to think maybe she’s still here, but she’s fine. after all, this is just a casual thing.
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