- 2 days ago
- 169
Copia who was born to a heartbroken, angry mother.
Copia who grew up not knowing where he belonged.
Copia who was denounced by his father- who didn’t know he was his.
Copia, who learned that he needed to prove himself to survive.
Copia, who buried himself in work for the approval of others.
Copia, who lost the only people who showed him acceptance of any kind.
Copia, who’s told it’s his fault. That they only died to further what was wanted of him
Copia, who feels guilty for wanting it in the first place. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this.
Copia, who doesn’t know who he is.
Copia, who finds himself in the worship of roaring fans and loyal ghouls.
Copia, who buries himself in false pleasures.
Copia, who is afraid.
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- 4 days ago
- 30993
thisblogwillselfdestructin54321:
lesbians and bi women need to start saying crazy shit when theyre horny like how people here talk about men. like less ”aaah i want to hold her hand…” more ”i want to explore her body like a tapeworm”
i actually don’t think queer women should be weird about desire the way men are lol. i think a balance of being open about our sexual desire while still being respectful is possible actually
fuck off i want to engulf a woman like im a pitcher plant and shes a buzzing fly
(via temporalteardrop)
- 4 days ago
- 9500
Back again
And look who came crawling back, I know! I’ve not used Tumblr in a hot minuet. Hi everyone
(via temporalteardrop)
- 4 days ago
- 12404
I hope that little german boy is still playing fortnite und trinking cola
(via temporalteardrop)
- 4 days ago
- 115656
her eyes were the sickly green of the sky before a tornado, and to his horror he discovered she could throw cows around just as easily
to his horror? weak shit. outta my way gayboy im boutta get it
all of our trobles seem so small from up here
(via night-stalking)
- 4 days ago
- 67418
whenever I finally realize that one of my mutuals is a sideblog and that the random user that’s been liking my posts was my mutual all along I feel like bruce willis at the end of the sixth sense
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