i stand with my canceled wife

rise. live. fight. think about women. do not waver

I love lazing around and being slothful. I am idle at all opportunities, and when I can I stagnate. I love to command nothing of myself and let the swerve take me where it pleases. The active passes through me and the passive acts through me. I love to settle, drape, hang, and rest; gravity isnt force for me but a call to come home. The most beautiful line of poetry ever written is Walt Whitman's "I lean and loafe at my ease"

everytime I’m reminded that men will straight up complain about how pussy smells and there’s a whole industry around women buying products trying to cure it like some kind of disease it Goes in the evidence pile towards heterosexuality being some kind of obligation based death cult wherein each side despises one another truly and deeply . What I wanted to post is I would huff pussy smell out of a paper bag in a back alley like it’s paint fumes but the thought went elsewhere

who fucking cares if your cat eats you when you die. i hope so. my baby is petite with a petite stomach that needs to be full every 8 to 10 hours. she probably won’t even like my viscera but let her do what she needs

“your dog wouldn’t eat your corpse” dumb as fuck ngl too emotional & no survival instinct my child has let me down by turning away from my final act of love

i have [gestures vaguely] my tendencies

eyes emoji was the perfect invention for nosy people. like 👀 whats going on over here 👀👀 i just wanna know #LetMeKnow 👀👀👀