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I'm terrible with post-marathon/training loss of endorphins. I do lots of big things and then when they're over I'm all depressed cause, "What the fuck do I do now?" I hate everything. My writing. The world. Writing about the world. Everybody. Everything. My (500) Days of Summer DVD being a punk-ass bitch. Thankfully, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
meret managed to stave off my malaise by introducing me to pervy_girl's Tumblr. Which, you know, made my life better. It made my life so much better I made a picspam from it. I take no credit for any of these images. I just put them together in one place. Also? NSFW. So, fucking not safe for work. If you do not listen to me, it's not my fault.
( The male form is not funny-looking. I have no idea where that ridiculous idea came from in the first fucking place. It's certainly no more laughable than the female form. NSFW )
meret managed to stave off my malaise by introducing me to pervy_girl's Tumblr. Which, you know, made my life better. It made my life so much better I made a picspam from it. I take no credit for any of these images. I just put them together in one place. Also? NSFW. So, fucking not safe for work. If you do not listen to me, it's not my fault.( The male form is not funny-looking. I have no idea where that ridiculous idea came from in the first fucking place. It's certainly no more laughable than the female form. NSFW )
