there's always some fucking device that needs to be charged

i like when they don't fuck because it leaves a big hollow sex-shaped cavity

bragging to myself that no one really knows me as much as i know them and i always withhold some aspect of my life and personality from people so i dont have to face the fact that none of them arent really curious abt me in the first place and dont care to ask me questions abt me but it kinda works out for me because im rlly scared of being seen. mortifying ordeal of being seen and such

Pottery sounds terrifying to me. Every post I see is like "Here's this awesome art I made!! Pray for me that it survives The Kiln™ :')" I don't think I could cope with making art that could quite easily blow up and I have no way of controlling that. You guys are true heroes.

im quitting tumblr

ok see u tomorrow

this post is now 10 fucking years old

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