Galatians 2:20 (NIV) -
I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.
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but when he loves me,
i feel like i’m floating.
and when he calls me pretty,
i feel like somebody.
even when we fade eventually.
to nothing
you will always be my favourite
form of loving.
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staff: our april fools joke this year is a silly feature that doesn't really do anything but give you a button to boop other users! they have to opt-in first though :)
me:
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sobbing into my plate after overhearing a conversation between a mom and her tiny daughter in this shopping centre food court
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after patrolling, unwinding in a diner somewhere ...
throw the man a bone batman geez
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[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories
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I am genuinely so worried for all the young horny dykes going into adulthood thinking there's something "problematic" / "wrong" with them for being horny because fucking tiktok lesbians think any horny dyke content is "male gaze fetishitic"
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Oh how I wanted to say that I missed him.
How I wanted to call him and start a stupid conversation the way we used to do. How I wanted to ask him something ridiculous like if he ate yet, like what he thought about the colour purple, like did he still love me, like did he ever? Did he ever love me at all?
And how I wanted to sit in his bed and rest my head on his chest and listen to the sound of his heartbeat. His heartbeat always began fast and I'd always listen until it became calm. Or how I want to sit on the floor of his room and let him kiss me and let him kiss me and let him kiss me again.
Or, oh, how I wanted to go back to the beginning, to the first day when he came back. When he told me to take his hand again and how he'd never let go. How I wanted to leave so he'd never be able to touch my hand and I'd never touch his.
– S
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somehow instead of saying "as a treat", I've started using the phrase "for morale", as if my body is a ship and its crew, and I (the captain) have to keep us in high spirits, lest we suffer a mutiny in the coming days.
and so I will eat this small block of fancy cheese, for morale. I will take a break and drink some tea, for morale. I will pick up that weird bug, for morale.
I'm not sure if it helps, but it does entertain me
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