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fuck it. baby snoopy

boopy.....

I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.

the sewing machine is like if a horse and an inkjet printer had a child

everyone on this website loves “intricate rituals” until two guys have to fight a little bit as an excuse to stand really close and put their hands on each other and breathe the same air. we need to get back to our roots