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I'm sorry, queer kids. You deserve cliche happy endings too <3

Anya is live and ready to show you everything. Watch her strip, dance, and perform exclusive shows just for you. Interact in real-time and make your fantasies come true.
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Your name slices my tongue,
and hope bleeds out.
I am a stuttering mess,
my mask of apathy
soaked and
slipping.
You are carved marble,
polished to perfection,
and my unworthy hands,
tainted with trauma,
tremble when we touch.
I hold your body between
my palms,
praying for the first time in years;
Lord, don’t fuck this up.
shoutout to all the queer kids
Evolution advances fast nowadays.
Free minds rocket through space at
hyper speeds,
while our feeble forms
have yet to become,
to adapt.
Millions cling to archaic simplicity,
as if compassion is a frivolous burden.
Let them die bitter and alone.
We will ascend tradition,
reshape reality,
and sift through the ashes of our ancestors
that they burned;
rising again and again,
repeating stronger than before
throughout history.
Every moment we breathe,
each smile line around our mouths and eyes,
all of our happy memories
will wither in time like the rest.
So cherish existence with me,
Dearest Friend.
Ephemeral and eternal.
You are extraordinary.
Enigmatic.
Emphatic.
Exceptional.
Exquisite.
And so much more than modern language can define.
Mum raised three beautiful
Daughters.
My father mostly manipulated us.
As a good Christian, I wore
dresses for decades.
Addicts taught me
Kindness.
Queers helped me become
Dapper.
And I know how to be a
Man
from who I choose to be
Today.

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How do I explain,
in the safest way possible,
that I’m not trying to be weird,
I just fell madly in love
with your
dog.
give her a CHANCE!!!
I joined this brainrot a bit late, but the artist likes my fanfic!!!! So fuck it, I'm cross posting/reblogging because it makes me feel good.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64600078/chapters/165927316
Huntlow doodle dump including 3 different aus so yeah enjoy
the top pic from @soldrawss is the reason I got back into Tumblr and poetry, and the inspiration for my piece 'skates'. for the five of you that like me, you'll like this artist too <3
Y’all, I’ve told my therapist so much shit over the years, but, like… talking about trauma is WAY easier than explaining what crackships, AUs, and slash fics are to an untouched soul.
whoops
Maybe my life would be
a bit easier
if I came to terms with the simple fact
that I will never stop
making mistakes.
I’m not convinced
it will hurt
any less.

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at first glance
You were unabashed
in the shadow of your own luggage;
Proud of the space your presence swallowed.
I think that’s the thing
I envied the most.
They carried a bag everywhere they went.
It was filled with pencils, and charcoal, and watercolor paint, and ink pens.
They drew me once.
Well, the flannel I was wearing.
I don't fit into that shirt anymore.
I lost track of it years ago.
And sometimes, I really fucking hate
the symbolism of it all.
She took a picture of me
making pancakes,
and texted her friends;
as if I was a triumph to behold.
Lay me down in a bed of fur,
a blanket of our slain enemies.
We’ll fight monsters together,
you and I,
seeking nothing more
than a quiet morning
in each other's arms.
it wasn't all that fake
We weren’t real girlfriends,
but she held me like we were.
I’ll never forget how it felt
to be tugged closer
in the lazy light of the morning.

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This is a Wenclair re-imagining of the famous Princess Mononoke scene
Enid as a werewolf: *unintelligible snarling*
Wednesday: (beaten the fuck up) ... hot
It’s time.