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Thinking about Philip Seymour Hoffman………….

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The inherent eroticism of huge machinery. Something very sexy about big mills and factories, like big metal bodies pulsing and sweating, parts moving in and out and up and down. I would go as far as to say even construction equipment has this appeal.

Sorry I’m not really on tumblr anymore so I don’t really know if Heated Rivalry is kosher on here or what’s happening idk. Anyways I love that we are in the fujoshi renaissance, and yes I did love that gay hockey show, but the vibe out there within the fujoshi-verse is so heterosexual atm. Back in my day, all fujoshis were watching gay boys fuck and then eating pussy irl. A bisexual vibe tbh but yeah missing that.

something about me is that I love anthropomorphic planes.

The worst part about reading House of Leaves is that after you read it, no book will ever compare to it, and you will die knowing House of Leaves is truly singular and that it will haunt you forever and ever.