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If you're not obsessed with me, what's the point

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Hi I'm prey. Sorry. I mean bait. Sorry. I mean I'm asking for it. Sorry. I mean take me.

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but if I don't get weird and horny about this then who will

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reblog to put a weighted blanket on the person u reblog this from

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i hope right before you cum all you can think of is me

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꧁★꧂

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there are way too many silver laptops where the hell are the pink ones and purple ones and green ones. come on

#mine is blluueee :3

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#hazard my beloved

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People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

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i’ll make you a god

does that intrigue you?

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I love the old timey phrase "you forget yourself". bro that was so impolite like do you even know who you are rn