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Under the "has cleared its orbital neighborhood" and "fuses hydrogen into helium" definitions, thanks to human activities Earth technically no longer qualifies as a planet but DOES count as a star.

who up zesting they lemon rn

Absolutely losing it at this Reddit post

And the update

She buttered Jorts

Reminder:

i am sort of a boy. i am sort of a creature. i was a girl once but never a woman. maybe as i grow ill feel more man than boy. i am a guy. dude gender neutral. he and they but also i am my mother’s daughter. not in a feminine way just in an i love her way. does this make sense? she calls me her favorite daughter (her only daughter) and i never wanted to give that up. i am her daughter like blood is a link and like a boat is she. but im still a boything. male in the way a mushroom is neither plant or flesh but also is both. can you hear me? do you understand?

Do me a favour and reblog this with a show you like that was cancelled after only one season. I don't mean shows that were always meant to be miniseries or shows that work perfectly well as a standalone story, or shows that might still get renewed. I mean shows that are and will forever remain unfinished. The more obscure the better.

thanks for nothing

she touches me and we are shocked to find my intimate areas thoroughly rotten

soft and jelly-like

my sex sloughs off of my body and hits the floor, slimy liquid landing heavily and melting into the carpet

she rests her hands on my breasts and they rupture, deflating as putrefied fluid dribbles down my body

she attempts to make love to the cavernous void left between my thighs and i feel nothing but insertion and movement

she ends up working herself to completion while i sit on my knees in bed beside her, watching her function so well

i find myself wishing to be like her, ramrod straight and pulsing with blood

the punchline arrives a couple years later, and i’m curled up on the floor of the bathtub, steaming hot water pelting down from the shower head onto my shivering frame

all that and i still don’t know what it’s like 

sword in sheath did not make the blade mine

i finger hopelessly at a harp with no strings, desperate to pluck out a single note from the empty space

it offers me nothing but thick blood and a deep fear of dark nights and solo travel

thanks, i guess