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the menstrual cup and menstrual scepter

I once ate meat from a pig that was only fed wine corks during its life. I became nauseated and tired and fell asleep in my leather armchair. I dreamt of cool breezes over vineyards on the Mediterranean Sea, until I woke up in a cold sweat and a longing for Italy. It’s not right to feed a pig too much of something, it gives them a connection which is best left alone.

you gotta come to the club man drinks are $18 and were all on our phones googling dog surgery

the fetishization of the glorification of romanticism of generalized of sexualization of the normalised of the glamorization of the idealized of the

does anyone wanna go to wednesday together

when i was born they rushed all the nurses into the room. called the whole hospital. Here’s the baby that doesn’t cry they said

we love to applaud performative masculinity

I was a stoic

mr. substance abuser has a suggestion for how we should spend the afternoon

that's MS. substance abuser to you

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