its called talent

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
rosepaya
bluerotundas

The most convincing lie any of us has ever been told is that there is a truer version of ourselves being held captive or sabotaged by an uncooporative body. That lie has caused so many of us to waste entire lifetimes punishing ourselves for what we are. To me, self love has required that I end the delusion. I am my body, my body is me, nothing more, nothing less. So I begin to love myself, instead of resenting myself. I am exactly as I exist in this moment.

kronkk
segretecose

"it's not that deep" it's never that fucking deep according to some of you. books? not that deep just enemies to lovers. films? not that deep just fun colors on screen. music? not that deep just ai generated lyrics. art? not that deep i could do that. and what if i want it to be deep for fucking once? what if i'm not content with surface level? are criticism and opinions and concerns to be dismissed in their entirety because you are happy floating on the surface never once wondering what's actually underneath? it's just a fun little thing it's not supposed to have big themes or ask the big questions well good for you but i'm asking

trollprincess
trollprincess

“Nobody’s going to want to sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours to get from New York City to LA.”

Me. I will sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours. I’ll sit on it for days. I’ll write and read and nap and eat and then do it all over again. I’ll stare out the windows and see America from ground level and not have to drive. I’ll see the Rockies and the deserts and cornfields and the Mississippi River and your house and yours and yours too. I’ll make up stories in my head about the small towns I see as we go along. I’ll see the states I’ve yet to see because driving or flying there is a fucking slog and expensive to boot. I’ll enjoy the ride as much as the destination. And then I’ll do it all over again to come the fuck home.

bluerotundas
pussyluvr2000

Love to wake up in my lesbian separatist paradise (single bedroom apartment) and drink my elixir (cheap black coffee) and smoke my herbs (poorly rolled joint) and commence the chants (play indigo girls CD) and cast spells (masturbate in the shower) and make ambrosia (oatmeal) and annoint myself (roll on my patchouli and vanilla oils) and put on my amulet (necklace from mom) and unlock arcane knowledge (guided meditation) and go on a mystical journey (walk uptown)