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If you got a notification everyone someone looked at your thread.. I would blow up everyone’s notifications.. I’m a lurker XD
Needles suuuuuuck
I hate allergy shots
Their so small
But I hate needles
I’m gonna take a step forward and finally join a group role play XD
*really wants to join a group rp*
*knows I’ll get to overwhelmed by the notifications + all the people in it*
;-;
So can I say
Mother Nature make up your damn mind
Friday was warm. Saturday and Sunday it rained. Today it fucking snowed
My password for Facebook is the stupidest thing XD
What am I doing up at 6:16 AM? Nothing..
Where should I be? Bed..
Where am I gonna be? The floor wrapped in a blanket..
So my grandmother (a diabetic) decided she wanted to check my sugar. So the needle like scared me when it pricked me. I screamed
Does anyone else get uncomfortable when their unsure what pronouns to use for someone?
I am the therapist to like everyone I know .-.
Guess what guess what guess what
*reminder: not being rude when I say any of this*
Is this spring a depressing season for everyone? Like, life just hates us rn.. just seems like that
you are evil grump grump
I took a picture of a really dangerous African species guys
https://www.rpnation.com/threads/dangerous-species.398057/
*demon spawn hovers around, waving around stub horns*
One of my friends (who left a few minutes ago) asked why my nickname is squirrel
I laughed at her
I made a ducking gr8 poem and got nothing..
The inactivity tonight XD
Death of a better world
The Black night
Oh so dark
Which holds the key which is right
To unlock the dreams in the bark
I touch its right groove
It’s color a deep brown
So I use the right move
My touch gliding down-
Much conflict with myself...
This smol demon is protected by me now
So I wanna bless you all with more poems
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A poem about the fucked up time a women must go through a week of every month
My word ends with a period
So does the end of the month
So, I cry and wheep
And cuddle with my happy sheep
Many back and body bottles lay about
I feel like such a lout
A poem for you all
Don’t touch my hips
I’ll kick you no where near the lips
Take me on a moon lit night,
We might end up in a fight
Call me fucking little
You might end up in the hospital
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