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yeah,

@heademptyvibesonly / heademptyvibesonly.tumblr.com

Why must I speak about myself? Is it not enough to queue my little posts, and vibe?
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english: coconut oil

french: :)

english: oh boy

french: oil of the nut of the coco

IM CRYINGNFN

english: ninety-nine

french: :)

english: oh no

french: four-twenty-ten-nine

english: potato

french: :)

english: oh geez

french: apple of the earth

french: papillon

english: :)

french: don’t

english: beurremouche

French: pamplemousse English: :) French: pls no English: raisinfruit

english: squirrel

german: :)

english: oh dear

german: oak croissant

english: helicopter german: :) english: uh oh german: lifting screwdriver

english: toes

spanish: :)

english: no don’t

spanish : fingers of the feet

english: bowl

spanish: :)

english: oh lordy

spanish: deep plate

english: car

polish: :)

english: i changed my mind

polish:  that which walks by itself

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false-dawn

french: coccinelle

UK english: ladybird!

american english: ladybug

french: weird

dutch: :)

french: …what

dutch: the good lord’s little animal

french: …ok

irish, polish and russian: *giggling*

french: …just tell me

irish, polish and russian: GOD’S SMALL COW

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not to toot my own horn but im an okay person sometimes

not to brag but some people like me and tell me i am their friend

not to be that guy but i can adequately perform several mundane, marginally important tasks

okay to reblog if you want to show off that you too are a person who is barely competent in possibly more than one way

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everyone is fucking but no one is horny

one of my twitter friends recently said that if she could order up a fic it would be a story written by someone who has only ever read the classics, 1.5 star trek novelizations, and their mother’s romance novels from 1970, written about two people are so out of their minds horny for each other it causes them to make the absolute worst choices anyone’s ever made.

and i almost lost my mind laughing because i do know exactly what she means. there is a weird vibe i can sometimes sense within the first few paragraphs a fic that really bums me out. it’s almost like i can tell the author is thinking way too much about what i’m thinking about their id and it’s suddenly like we’re all suddenly wondering how riding a bicycle works when we’re mid-ride. when you start worrying too much audience interpretation or how a fic is going to do or play or ugh marketability, it genuinely adds some weird self-conscious distance to whatever you’re doing. and it’s the pits from the reader side because it removes so much horniness from your story even if the idea you have is genuinely good! i know this is not a niche complaint–you find it literally everywhere as every sector of the creative internet gets #content-ed and people can’t escape the stats of how any given creative outlet does.

but god there’s literally nothing better than sitting down and reading some freaknasty person’s art where they do not give a single shit if you like it. they had something to say and my god they were gonna say it. i’ve accidentally acquired so many kinks by clicking on a story where someone took me on the most insane ride of my life and i thrilled about it. i don’t wanna read about polite normal regular love. i don’t wanna read about people using therapy-speak on each other. i wanna read about two people feeling the biggest craziest feelings of their entire life and they cannot do anything about it except bang it out. what else are we doing here? if they’re not fucking down an entire house, well jed i don’t even wanna read it.

*flops onto bed* just so you know? this is true out there, in the dating scene as well. I have been on so many fucking dates. So many. And I get to date ¾/5 and it ends in “I’m not really interested in you romantically/sexually. Sorry.” UM. WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THEN BESIDES WASTING MY FUCKING TIME? BECAUSE I GAVE YOU 3-20HOURS OF MY LIFE AND I DIDN’T EVEN GET FUCKED AND YOU’RE NOT EVEN HORNY? WE CAN’T EVEN GET TO THE FUCKING? BUT YOU DON’T EVEN BOTHER TELL ME YOU IDENTIFY AS ACE?

WAIT YOU AREN’T ACE? OR DEMI? REALLY?! JUST TELL ME YOU DON’T WANT TO FUCK ME THEN! NO, WAIT, THAT’S NOT IT? SO THEN WHAT IS IT? WHAT ARE YOU DOING THEN!? YOU LIKE ME, JUST….NOT…LIKE THAT? SO FRIENDS THEN. NOT FRIENDS. BUT ALSO NOT ROMANTICALLY. QUEER PLATONIC. OKAY NOT THAT BUT MAYBE MORE?

THEN WHAT? THEN LIKE WHAT? YOU HAVE TO TEST REALLY IS THAT NOT DEMI? CAN WE JUST STOP? BECAUSE I KNOW BY DATE 1 IF I’M COULD FUCK YOU AT 2 COULD NURTURE EMOTIONS!

NO?

NO WE’RE JUST NOT GOING TO GO NEAR SEX? AT ALL?

WHAT ARE WE DOING THEN WHEN WE’RE DATING - MEN, WOMEN, ENBIES, TRANSMEN, TRANSWOMEN, ALL GENDER FOLKS QUEER AND STRAIGHT IN BETWEEN, WHAT ARE WE DOING?

WHAT IS DATING THEN?!

WHAT

THE FUCK

IS EVERYONE

DOING!?!??!

...

well, the good news is that i've figured out why no one wants to fuck you.

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deer after almost 150 years of cars: maybe if I stand really quietly here in this exposed area, right in front of this thing that barrels directly towards me at unfathomable speeds it won't see me.
seagulls after 20 years of smartphones: the exact moment when the human glances at their rectangle is the best time to swoop in and snatch the shit from their other hand.
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