My husband is dead. I don't want to remarry. I onl

a girl at the club spiked my drink with jasmine and a wave of tranquility washed over me

when it really started hitting she watched me gracefully compose myself and then pulled me off into a corner to touch on my thoughts and probe the depths of my insight

woke up the next day with a pounding sense of clarity and and wisdom

i mean it’s not like i can just NOT reblog amigara fault. what if one of my followers is one of the lucky ten thousand who HASN’T been unutturably altered for life by it yet? go read it! it’s creepy, but trust me, it was made for you.

happy one year anniversary to the time i was in vermont in a dorm with a carbon monoxide leak and jacked off to this painting

^my old mutual that got chased of the website for racefaking and making up fake family members that died in the holocaust as well as 1000000 other things like lying about being in special ed as a kid and lying about being in an arranged marriage and lying about getting hunted by the italian mafia

^ me being the one they lied about being hunted the mafia to & me being one of several Jews whose familial trauma from pogroms and genocides they contentmined for their backstory & me having the receipts of cashapping them $40 in 2017 so they could escape the “arranged marriage”

"this post transcends language XD" but it's a post with no english cognates at all

At the sex shop asking if I can buy a regular sized dildo I can put in my unremarkable asshole but they recognize me as the hero of legend regardless

peopl will post stuff like "the person who makes $50k more than you a year is not your enemy btw" as if i'm not still putting him in the torture maze

You never hear someone telling the rich fucks “the person making 50 k less than you is not your enemy” why the fuck is the burden a one way street 🤨