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CUDDLR
JOSEPH KAVINSKY (18)
want 2 see my dragon ;)
cars (to race), dubstep, drinks, pussy, pyrotechnics. the cock may apply. dope is ok. go fast and leave no regrets. keep your sense of fucking humor. i like to entertain
anything else u want i can get |
| JOSEPH KAVINSKY (19)
who gives a fuck |
| JOSEPH KAVINSKY (20)
dream thief, like the fingie tats say. single again. still a cunt. if u dont like how i talk, i can do other things. lovely singing voice. know my way around a gear shift & a sweet engine. fact of life: goin fast doesn't kill you, it's the sudden stop at the end & i do not fucking stop. this rate, im gonna live to be 100 yo fat balding, salads w beer 4 breakfast, covered in liverspotted wife. worse fuckin fates, baby |
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eudio cuddlr / inbox (cw offensive language, toxic masculinity, edgelord deathy stuff)
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what's your calling now?
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bullshit [but it's affectionately typewritten, to th3 extent that that's possible.]
im an agent of love, baby
anonymized by ur forgetting. the edge of the morning is sharp. cuts out my name and skins off my face & replaces it wit the impression of the one u wish ud had
im not the one. im just the one who makes u think of the one
piano key ribs adn red linez that measure the compass of ur fingers that measured the shape of my cock
little bit of a hangover
& the temporary deflation of ur balls ;(
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is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream
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nah babe
u get 2 be real.
[they've talked about this before, but it isn't so serious anymore.]
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you're real too
all attempts to the contrary
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but i'll listen 2 it if u keep gonna tellin it to me
what's ur calling
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idk yet i'm working on it
could be magic
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shut the fuk up
shut up the vox pop goin inside ur lil gay spinach brain
listen to ur gut