Bluesky married to: @rhymeswithpistol.bsky.social
Real life lycanthropic boyfriend: @ffrr.bsky.social
Both of them are fierce as fuck
You’re alive now. Whatever you’re doing is what you would’ve done.
You’re alive now. Whatever you’re doing is what you would’ve done.
“….At one point, they had a live mariachi band playing in the back of an ICE-branded pickup truck from a cage.
Across the stage another photo-op was on display: an exact replica of the very tent Charlie Kirk was assassinated under….”
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“….At one point, they had a live mariachi band playing in the back of an ICE-branded pickup truck from a cage.
Across the stage another photo-op was on display: an exact replica of the very tent Charlie Kirk was assassinated under….”
Erika Kirk:
Erika Kirk:
It's never too late to read dusty books of dark magic.
It's never too late to weave a cloak of moss, feathers, and thorns and become the horror that haunts the forest north of town.
It's never too late to read dusty books of dark magic.
It's never too late to weave a cloak of moss, feathers, and thorns and become the horror that haunts the forest north of town.
If you feel like everyone hates you- SLEEP.
If you feel like you hate yourself- SHOWER.
If you feel like everyone hates everyone- Go
OUTSIDE
If you feel like everyone hates you- SLEEP.
If you feel like you hate yourself- SHOWER.
If you feel like everyone hates everyone- Go
OUTSIDE
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In real life, this seems to be the case more often than not.
In real life, this seems to be the case more often than not.
My guy
Those still happen
It’s just that no one‘s fucking inviting you
You ever wonder why that is
My guy
Those still happen
It’s just that no one‘s fucking inviting you
You ever wonder why that is
And your children’s lives
And little else
And you feel like a dog
A piece of trash skittering down the street in the cold cold wind
Then
There is the kindness of strangers
And a little part deep inside yourself begins to come to life again
And your children’s lives
And little else
And you feel like a dog
A piece of trash skittering down the street in the cold cold wind
Then
There is the kindness of strangers
And a little part deep inside yourself begins to come to life again
At least a little
Maybe a lot
At least a little
Maybe a lot