i wish boys could get pregnant. i would find a nice incel and give him 8 babies and i would work on the farms and he would stay home and get big and fat and pregnant and have stretch marks and walk around the house barefoot and have grill cheeses made for me when i get home and
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me when i use big orwellian words like “thoughtcrime” to make my girlfriend seem like the bad guy for being upset when i literally TELL her i’m out looking at other women and jerking off to them,,, we live in hell
the south is such a charming place. we have billboards up that say things like. shackled by lust? jesus sets free. call (xxx) xxx-xxxx to learn the truth
i sleep on my stomach with my arms tucked under my chest like an animal in the wild. keeping my vulnerable fleshy parts hidden from the cruel world while i rest
i have a car without ac by choice.. money is not a problem for me. the constant need to throw up all over myself while driving around during the summer teaches me humility
i think barnacles are some of the most hideous disgusting creatures to plague this earth but all life is sacred and in order to teach myself humility i make myself look at photos of barnacle clusters before bed and writhe around on my mattress in revulsion
when i was scouted to be an advisor amongst the kings court i was required to undergo a procedure to keep my mind clear and virtue intact. i was sedated with a mixture of bile, opium, henbane, and hemlock. they took a hot iron rod and cauterized it. sealing it shut forever
flying out a lucky follower to my house to help me free my soul entrapped in an unbreakable ancient sealed chest so my mortal flesh may know rest and my spirit know peace
i will wed a man who can cook or my future husband will suffer a fate similar to mine. subjected to a lifetime of dinners foraged. eating deli meats and cheeses. yogurt. pickled vegetables. and boiled eggs
came across a small grassy field with at least 15 dragonflies. i stood there with my hands out for at least 20 minutes and smiled kindly. not a single one came to me. i feel like an incel
i tried to pick up a dead cicada right outside my apartment door. upon touching it what seems like hundreds of ants flood out from within its body leaving it deflated and flat
things i saw on my walk; 10+ mushroom clusters, rain droplets in a spiders web, big sturdy tree for climbing near a pond, ring of large cypress knees around said tree, a rainbow. Never Kill Yourself
i truly believe posts like this are cries for attention. there’s a specific sort of atheist that gets off on the attention they receive from being contrarian and get an odd egotistical rush from belittling people of faith. very lame and played out
i like listening to brian jonestown massacre on hikes and pretending i’m the first woman to ever walk the earth exploring unknown untouched territory. i’m on a quest to discover the earth……
honey wake up. it’s time for an eagle, a vessel for divine retribution to come down to this mountain you are eternally chained to and eat at your liver that rebirths every night until the end of time
i wish i was a sailor with a decades old feud between me and a nautical beast that took my wife and son while sailing to new lands. i need a harpoon and an eyepatch and i need to carry myself with palpable grief and dedicate my life to scouring the seas for it