I Found Rusty Paperclip On The College Campus Yesterday. I Picked It Up Because It Reminded Me Of Myself.

This is a genuinely impressive edit.

gotta be honest as someone who suffers from depersonalization and derealization(symptoms of dissociation), I'm not sure how to feel about using derealization as a tag in the surrealist/liminal/weirdcore communities. On the one hand it might mean I'm not the only one which is both comforting and disheartening, and a lot of liminal spaces do trip the same feelings in normal people.

On the other it's a pretty miserable state of mind to be in and i'm not sure it should be treated like an aesthetic. Some have suggested to me that the reason i don't enjoy the state is that i don't have control over it but I don't think they feel as distant as i do. I don't expect anything to come of these conflicted feelings.

There isn't much i want anyways.

happy uhhh. happy neopussy thursday

Why do all but 1 have bedroom eyes?

More characters for our photocard and love letter seriessss

Absolutely ethereal

"This is nature- not AI. Lightning sprites in Oklahoma. Lightning sprites are large, colorful electrical discharges that occur high above thunderstorm clouds. Extremely difficult to see and photograph because of their short duration and faintness, only about a millisecond to capture."

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Maple syrup

What are some genderfluid alternatives to ranch?

TOMORROW IS HALLOWEEN!!!

I wonder if there's someone out there whose thing is that literally all they want out of life is to be sucked into a jet engine and no one knows.

No one knows he's sitting in a padded cell waiting for his moment in life. Biding his time until the day he can walk out of that room, hop the fence of an airport then immediately get sucked into a GE90 turbo fan. T-posing in an inward draft before he's ground into dust, vaporized and shot out the back at as a molten human jet stream, shining brighter than any man ever could in that brief moment where man and machine intersect. No one will know who he is. No one will know why he did it. They will blame his captors for failing to prevent him from attaining his lifelong dream. No one understood him. No one ever will. They won't even know that his valiant sacrifice will save three-hundred sixty passengers and the Boeing 777's entire crew from a grisly demise by preventing a plane with an undiscovered engine malfunction from taking off. All for the low low price of spraying the runway with a fine red mist and permanently traumatizing the child sitting in seat number 16A.

Allow me to ruin this by telling you hawk tua is a girl from a 10 year old vine who got famous by making a joke about how to properly give head hence the name "hawk tua". I'm returning the dissatisfaction i got from being told i live under a rock then memesplained to only to find out that that the meme is in fact almost a decade old and completely unfunny, you're welcome.

the joy I get by not understanding new popular stuff is one of my favorite feelings. I'm so happy I will never understand who hawk tua is, and I'm really happy with that outcome.

im as horny as i am depressed

i can't stop thinking about girlcock 😭