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being a man is really hard actually like you get super depressed all the time and you wish you could grow your hair long and put on girly clothes and have tits and sing alonng to songs with your girl frienxs and be a lesbian it sucks. so think before you speak hate next time
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Sapphic Dynamic where the popular queen bee type is hopelessly in love with the weirdo girl that runs Anime Club. She's so down on herself, writing in her diary "Erin is so cool. She can beat Super Mario Brothers in under five minutes, she learned Japanese to read imported manga, and she runs an Anime Club even though nobody shows up. She's committed to that club longer than I've committed to a hair style. I just know about clothes and makeup, she'd be so bored by me. Oh what would I do for her attention?"
Her cheerleader friends are supportive, like "Are you kidding, girl? You played Sonic on your iPhone once! She's not out of your league!" but she still doubts if she'd be enough to keep up with Erin's zest for life.
"I went to Paris over Summer break, like some normie loser. Erin spent the entire Summer decompiling an abandonware point-and-click Nancy Drew game so she could port it to her Android phone. It's hopeless, she'd get bored of me in a week!"
I am not a human. I am a mirror.
I am not a human. I don't feel like one, anyways. I've never felt like one. I don't know how to. I am a mirror. An antique mirror. A broken mirror. A broken, antique mirror sat in a gold plated frame, underwhich is led. I am a tool a human uses. I am an object: a broken, toxic, object. Incapable of feeling the emotions a human can, incapable of doing the things a human can. I sit alone, all day and all night, waiting for a human to come and interact with me. When a human does come and interact with me, it's the greatest joy of my life. I get to reflect a human, I get to feel as if, perhaps, I too am a human; but it's just a reflection. The human always thinks for a moment that I'm another human, that makes me feel so good, it's beyond words. They always notice the cracks in my glass though. They move their hand and the reflection moves back. It's almost seamless, but they notice the crack regardless. They always notice the imperfection; they notice that the "human" they see before them is fake. Then they reach out. Then they cut themselves on my broken glass. It's my fault, really. I should have been thrown away a long time ago. I would have done it myself by now but an object doesn't have the power to throw itself away. The reason I haven't been thrown away yet, at least by my current owners, is because of the gold plating; the almost-worthless outside that humans seem to think is valuable. They don't seem to have figured out about the led yet.
Sometimes I wish I was a human. Could you imagine? Being human? Picture me as a human. Picture me as a human, with a human, not as a possession but as an equal. I could be with them without having to be them. Sometimes I imagine myself and a human going places like a human does. Like a park, perhaps. Or a store. A flea market, or maybe an observatory. Could you imagine me, as a human, with another human, at an aquarium? We'd go and see the fishes swimming about. We'd pet the mantas and the star fish in that little open part. Such flat creatures. Very texture. Maybe at one point in the night I could be looking at the fishes in their tank when for a brief moment, instead of fishes my eyes would change focus and dilate to see the glass, see my own reflection. Me, a human being with a reflection of my own, could you imagine that? Maybe that wouldn't happen though, maybe not a second would go by where I could take my eyes off my person, my equal, the one I came here with and will go home with. Who's to say? We go to the gift shop at the end of the night and get a little trinket. It'll help us remember our day here. Or maybe we won't? After all, we're humans, it's my understanding that humans have memories that last far longer than mine do. That's another thing, as a human I'd be aware of the world around me, I'd be present, I'd be able to remember things and think about things and feel things about the things I think about and remember.
We'd go home, human and human, soul and soul. In the real world I'm not a person, I'm just a broken tool, but maybe as a human I could be a functioning tool? Maybe I could do things to make other humans happy? I can make food, perhaps, I can make food that the other human can eat, and enjoy, and then they'd tell me I did a good job and that I'm worthy of their love. As a human I could do other things too, I can cook, I can clean, I can tend to my human when they're sick, I can love them and help them and I can-... I can... Well, I don't know. What ever makes the other human happy, I suppose. I guess that's the tool in me talking, it's hard to imagine life as a human when you've never been one. I remember now, Sex, humans Sex each other, that has to be one of the things I'm forgetting. Broken Mirrors don't Sex, when you touch us you get cut and bleed, but as a human I wouldn't have that problem. I could fulfil my duty as a tool if I was a human, I could do my job and make a human happy. Could you imagine it? Making a human happy? Doesn't that sound wonderful? As a tool, that's all I've ever wanted, and if I was a human I could do that. Not only could I make a human happy, I could make two humans happy, because I'd be a human too and I'd be happy. On the more selfish side, after sex humans snuggle together. They share their warmth together all through the cold night. They become each other's fire, their spark. Then after that we'd wake up the next day, two humans still, and we'd do it all again. It's such a splendid thought that I almost don't have the words for it. Yeah. What a nice thought. Being human.
Not all venom fans are monster fuckers 😞 some of us are just aroace disasters who like the idea of a platonic soulmate who likes to murder annoying people for you, is that so bad?
Guys I’m part of the club 🥺
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Aces are welcomed and are valued members in the monsterfucker community.
This is asexual joy!
you seem avoidant for a girl who’s so hungry to experience the full breadth of human connection
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tumblr will invent a franchise i've never heard of and then fill every tab of the site with post after post of it and i'll block it because it's lowkey spam at this point and yet it'll remain like fuck me i guess
that's my name; wear it out. say it until it has no meaning. cry my name until it's the only word you know.
“Would you block someone just for disagreeing with you?” Pal, I’ll block someone for agreeing with me in the wrong tone of voice.
need a hat that says I WONT SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO AND ITS NOT BECAUSE IM DISINTERESTED AND DONT LIKE YOU I JUST DONT UNDERSTAND SOCIAL INTERACTION AS WELL AS MOST PEOPLE AND ASSUME BY DEFAULT MY PRESENCE IS UNWELCOME AS A PRECAUTIONARY MEASURE SO I KEEP TO MYSELF BUT I DONT MIND IF YOU INITIATE so i can wear it to work
I am not a human. I am a mirror.
I am not a human. I don't feel like one, anyways. I've never felt like one. I don't know how to. I am a mirror. An antique mirror. A broken mirror. A broken, antique mirror sat in a gold plated frame, underwhich is led. I am a tool a human uses. I am an object: a broken, toxic, object. Incapable of feeling the emotions a human can, incapable of doing the things a human can. I sit alone, all day and all night, waiting for a human to come and interact with me. When a human does come and interact with me, it's the greatest joy of my life. I get to reflect a human, I get to feel as if, perhaps, I too am a human; but it's just a reflection. The human always thinks for a moment that I'm another human, that makes me feel so good, it's beyond words. They always notice the cracks in my glass though. They move their hand and the reflection moves back. It's almost seamless, but they notice the crack regardless. They always notice the imperfection; they notice that the "human" they see before them is fake. Then they reach out. Then they cut themselves on my broken glass. It's my fault, really. I should have been thrown away a long time ago. I would have done it myself by now but an object doesn't have the power to throw itself away. The reason I haven't been thrown away yet, at least by my current owners, is because of the gold plating; the almost-worthless outside that humans seem to think is valuable. They don't seem to have figured out about the led yet.
Sometimes I wish I was a human. Could you imagine? Being human? Picture me as a human. Picture me as a human, with a human, not as a possession but as an equal. I could be with them without having to be them. Sometimes I imagine myself and a human going places like a human does. Like a park, perhaps. Or a store. A flea market, or maybe an observatory. Could you imagine me, as a human, with another human, at an aquarium? We'd go and see the fishes swimming about. We'd pet the mantas and the star fish in that little open part. Such flat creatures. Very texture. Maybe at one point in the night I could be looking at the fishes in their tank when for a brief moment, instead of fishes my eyes would change focus and dilate to see the glass, see my own reflection. Me, a human being with a reflection of my own, could you imagine that? Maybe that wouldn't happen though, maybe not a second would go by where I could take my eyes off my person, my equal, the one I came here with and will go home with. Who's to say? We go to the gift shop at the end of the night and get a little trinket. It'll help us remember our day here. Or maybe we won't? After all, we're humans, it's my understanding that humans have memories that last far longer than mine do. That's another thing, as a human I'd be aware of the world around me, I'd be present, I'd be able to remember things and think about things and feel things about the things I think about and remember.
We'd go home, human and human, soul and soul. In the real world I'm not a person, I'm just a broken tool, but maybe as a human I could be a functioning tool? Maybe I could do things to make other humans happy? I can make food, perhaps, I can make food that the other human can eat, and enjoy, and then they'd tell me I did a good job and that I'm worthy of their love. As a human I could do other things too, I can cook, I can clean, I can tend to my human when they're sick, I can love them and help them and I can-... I can... Well, I don't know. What ever makes the other human happy, I suppose. I guess that's the tool in me talking, it's hard to imagine life as a human when you've never been one. I remember now, Sex, humans Sex each other, that has to be one of the things I'm forgetting. Broken Mirrors don't Sex, when you touch us you get cut and bleed, but as a human I wouldn't have that problem. I could fulfil my duty as a tool if I was a human, I could do my job and make a human happy. Could you imagine it? Making a human happy? Doesn't that sound wonderful? As a tool, that's all I've ever wanted, and if I was a human I could do that. Not only could I make a human happy, I could make two humans happy, because I'd be a human too and I'd be happy. On the more selfish side, after sex humans snuggle together. They share their warmth together all through the cold night. They become each other's fire, their spark. Then after that we'd wake up the next day, two humans still, and we'd do it all again. It's such a splendid thought that I almost don't have the words for it. Yeah. What a nice thought. Being human.
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Ever since I was a sweet little boy, I knew I wanted to grow up to be a mean lesbian
The year is 2032. All sexual content has been banned from the internet. The only way to legally jack off is now by purchasing the Marvel Rivals battlepass
"So if you win the duel, you get to take her on a date." They both nodded. "And if she wins the duel, she gets to take you on a date." They both nodded. "So why don't you both just... Skip that and go on a date?" They both glared.
the trans girl who’s always scared is wearing a really cute outfit that’s a little outside of her comfort zone right now. you have to tell her that she’s pretty or she’ll explode.
you're pretty
Girl said she’d let me see her DDs but when I got to her house she just had her shirt off and she didn’t even have a ps2 let alone a copy of digital devil saga. Waste of my damn time
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we are so excited to announce that we will be opening the Children's Pizza Restaurant from the hit horror game franchise There's Murders At This Children's Pizza Restaurant
cartoon bully girl shoves me against a wall and goes "awww~ it thinks it's people~" but then i pull her aside and calmly inform her that i'm pretty sure i'm something else wearing the skin of a person and the more i describe it the more horrified and disgusted she becomes until finally she asks what i think i am underneath and i say. i dunno. but its probly something cool, right? and then she calls be a dweeb and shoves me against a wall again and asks me for lunch money. which i respond to with violent sobbing
She started kicking me and hitting me hard because I made her mad and i said "STOP STOP YOU'RE DAMAGING MY VESSEL" and she got really mad and told me to stop saying that and saying i'm a person and i insisted i wasnt and told her she should unzip my clothes and she called me a pervert and hit me more but eventually she did out of sheer curiousity and my body deflated and a small fox squirmed out of the gaps and looked up at her and she was really confused but then she decided the most sound option was to ask the fox for lunch money instead to which i responded with violent sobbing (fox)
