i teach my fingers hope like a cheap carnival trick

just met a three month old pomeranian named horchata. her paw was the size of my fingertip. she looked like half a dandelion fluff

this just got a hockey rpf tag. due to the nature of this website

other hockey rpf enjoyers now expressing skepticism and disbelief at the choice of man referenced above and tagging it with their preferred and more horchataesque men. i love it here and i'll leave when i die

you cant even begin poems with "i will sodomise and facef uck you" anymore. because of woke .

Are we going to talk about the fact that the translator turned it into a shape poem. Of a penis.

”can mutuals dm” mutuals can harvest me for materials

can they make a healthy cigarette yet man? shut the fuck up about ai and create a cigarette that makes my lungs better

i love characters who do the “i worship the myth i make of you” and in turn dehumanize and get wrong the object of their devotion and love. yes project a thing that does not exist onto a pedestal and kneel at it like it is your altar. this will surely not blow up in both of your faces eventually