I think this all depends on the person i’m hugging. most of time it makes me feel awkward as fuck… like, Shiit I should have hugged them longer. I guess i’ll put my arms around them and “re-hug” again.
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La mauvaise réputation (Bad Reputation) - Georges Brassens
In the village, without pretention,
I have a bad reputation.
Whether I make an effort or whether I keep quiet,
I am regarded as a I don’t know what.
Yet I don’t do harm to anyone
Going on my own sweet way.
But the good folk don’t like that
You follow another way than them,
No the good folk don’t like that
You follow another way than them.
Every-one speaks ill of me…
Except for the dumb: that goes without saying.
On the day of the 14th of July,
I keep to my cosy bed.
The marching music,
That doesn’t concern me.
Yet I don’t do harm to anyone,
By not listening to the bugle that sounds.
But the good folk don’t like that
You follow another way than them;
No the good folk don’t like that
You follow another way than them.
Everyone points at me…
Except for those without arms: that goes without saying.
When I run into an unlucky thief,
Chased by cultural chap;
I stick out my foot and why keep it quiet,
The cultural chap finds himself on the ground.
Yet I don’t do harm to anyone
By letting apple thieves have a run.
But the good folk don’t like that
You follow another way than them;
No the good folk don’t like that
You follow another way than them.
Everybody pounces on me…
Except for those without legs: that goes without saying.
No need to be a Jeremiah
To guess the fate that awaits me;
If they find a rope to their liking,
They will put it around my neck.
Yet I don’t do harm to anyone
By following the paths that don’t lead to Rome.
But the good folk don’t like that
You follow another way than them;
No the good folk don’t like that
You follow another way than them.
Everybody will come to see me hanged…
Except for the blind: of course!
omgtoday austin drew me a bath that was just so pretty.
of fennel, rosemary and green food coloring
and he put orange and lavender oil in it.. n epsom salt
..and tea!
and i just gggardore him.
i was trying not to drink the water,it was so hot the fennel and rosemary started to cooki was in a big pot of green bagoon lagoon love.i’m a memaid these days.
waannnt!
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mmmmmmmhm
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A drawing of a Venus Flytrap by William Curtis (1746-1799)
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What is that odious stench? Smells like… teenagers.
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Deathrats
—Sense of Entitlement
“Sense of Entitlement” by Deathrats
I’ve been socialized to critique every part of my own body
I can’t accept compliments or appreciate my own form
But I can’t leave my house without someone calling at me
Everyday I’m confronted with what other people think
What makes them feel so entitled to my body,
Why am I subject to their desires and what they think?
If I’m denied joy and authority over my own body
What makes them think that they deserve any?
I’m expected to look in the mirror discontented with what I see
And if I feel confidence in my body or my sexuality
Then it exists for you, it’s certainly not for me
It’s unacceptable for me to feel these things, but you can tell me if you like what you see?
Hands off, hands off of me, keep your fucking hands off of me
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