had a dream that started out kind of sexy and for a number of irrelevant dream-state reasons involved my having to explain to a partner that i didn't want to suck on his titties. i think it was supposed to turn into an anxiety dream about having to negotiate sexual boundaries but instead he smiled and, very sympathetic, told me "of course - i know you're a freudian, i'm sorry that didn't occur to me," sort of saying he should have remembered how i felt about oral fixations, and then the rest of the dream was me trying with increasing desperation to convince him that i was not a freudian and he just laughed and laughed, like i was being sort of foolish and silly, and said he knew how i really felt, and didn't my unconscious mind reveal the truth about me, and so on. and by then i was so distressed that i was yelling at him in the dream - not that i actually fully realized i was dreaming - and shouted "dream interpretation is a crock of shit!" with such force that it woke me up.
blood and boobs are words that scratch the same part of my brain
Fall Guys are like invasive among us! Right guys! Who's with me! Who's with me!
i made a carrd with my dni, things i would rather you not talk to me about, and things i encourage you to talk to me about
https://mikus0nadni.carrd.co
“Thanks Hank you really taught me a lot about propane and propane accessories!”
"And I tell you hwat, young man. I don't think I know hwat a 'heart of the cards' is, but I know for certain you've got the heart of a Texan."
popular culture used to be very much about eroticism. rockstars used to be on stage in sequins and thongs and thigh high boots playing guitars like they were masturbating. girls used to wear velvet mini dresses and no bras and red-brick-brown lipstick and mascara on their bottom lashes. people used to have body hair on television and in the movies. people used to be sweaty. people used to touch each other over denim and under cotton. foreplay used to be staring at someone over the rim of a glass across a bar across a park across a dinner table. people used to want. i think we’ve lost something
People who call u without warning for non serious reasons are so scary like if you call me without texting me first im fully assuming you’re in a saw trap or something
this little freak keeps sneaking into my garden and rubbing himself all over my flowers??Hello?????
SCARY INMATE: welcome to the warriors prison what are you in for?
ME: flowing water, still rock. a sunlit meadow and a gentle breeze
GRUFF INMATE: she's one o' them poets! get 'er, lads!
[I swiftly dispatch them with a flurry of blows]
ME: even a delicate rose has thorns..