Reassuring Thighs And A Disarming Twinkle

I don't want a Career I want to Fuck Around

And not find out. I cannot stress enough how much I do not want to find out.

full of hate and malice...you know how it is with me...

i do not want to live in the fucking panopticon fuck the camera that blinks above me at work, the tv watching me at the store, the "smile you're on camera" signs, the ring cameras, the flock cameras, the apps to track your child or partner, the activist friends telling me "just assume everything you do in public is being recorded somewhere", the government building protester databases, the teslas recording every move all around them, the knowledge that everything i type or search or save is being tracked and logged, the ads and search suggestions that mysteriously know what i was just talking about, the way biometrics keep creeping into more places, the way my car spies on me, the way my phone spies on me, the way there is nowhere to go to get away from it!!! no wonder the internet is full of vindictive little stalkers and witchhunts when it's the water and the air of society from the culture to the infrastructure

still fuckin hate that “bee-free honey” that’s made from……… apples. bitch who you think sexed up those apples

A farmer, by hand and with love and care

wild bees still sexin em up when he’s not looking

old mccuckhold had a farm it seems

my aura too cunt My blog too suicidal my fit too mid My bitch hate me

reblog to bite your mutuals /affectionate

teamwork makes the dream work. and dreamwork. makes shrek

I didn't go all the way to Yorkshire for 72 notes

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