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Off to basic training I go! I will return next summer. Slán mhaith, au revoir, до свидания, see y'all later!
i love twisted wonderland sm omg like the interactions between the characters are really funny sometimes
NOTHING IS WORTH THE RISK NOTHING IS WORTH THE RI-RI- NOTHING IS- NOTHING IS- RISK- NOTHING- NOTHING- RISK- RISK- R̵̛͚̆̈̃͗̈̈́R̵͈̱͆Ŕ̸̛̫̈́͌̈́̋͑͝R̶̺̫̿̀̇̐R̵̙͈̬̟̻̖̀̏̐̃̓̿̕͝͝Ṟ̵͍͇̉̀̐͆͋̒̌R̶̤̓͒̓̐͆̕Ŗ̸̛̱͉̻͈͙̝͓͔̋̆̅͊͒ͅŖ̷̧̨̛̩̗̤̭̤̰̾̾͊͠R̵̛͕͎͔̠̰̥̫͑̉͒̋́̅͘͜ͅR̴̢̹̬͚̟̠͔͚͒͜͝R̸̨̪̽͐̊̂̈́̈̈̋͌͝R̴̢̧̖̜̰̲͙̠͗̾
nah im still upset they killed off dewey in scream 5. fuck the writers for making me sob watching his death play out 
not cool
not cool
POV: No one knows what POV means
"I'm too young to die and too old eat off the kids menu. What a stupid age I am!" - Jason Mendoza, The Good Place
Still new to this place, but I like that they have colored lettering if needed. :0c
"I shall speak with precise persion on what I believe is right...." or "But nobody came..."
frist quate by me and other from a fandom anyone know where its from:"but nobody came"
Hint: its from a video game fandom
frist quate by me and other from a fandom anyone know where its from:"but nobody came"
Hint: its from a video game fandom
I am up to Undertale au bad sanses poly rp if anyone want to do one or rp on Undertale/deltatrune, aus, ship child, Undertale any genre please dm me thank you and have a great rest of your day night morning afternoon?
TODAY IS GODZILLA'S 70TH BIRTHDAY PLEASE SAY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO HIM RIGHT NOW
Apologies for not being active this last month! I was going through a really rough mental health episode and did not have the motivation or energy to do much. But I'm back so please fell free to message me if I have missed any rp responses or if you're still interested in rping!
I am angry, everyone I knew has left me- and I have no energy to keep the ones left around me. I am angry 'cause I envy, as I grew older I've lost the ability to do things. My creativity is dropping, and the urge has vanished. I am twenty-five now and by the time I am twenty-six, I feel like I will be even worse off-
And this hurts me.
And this hurts me.
This place where my head spreads, read it and know: it is genuine, my life hellish, and my thoughts dressed in the deepest darkest. Share your piece, or don't; either way, it won't matter much. My mind is barred: my gates closed, and my walls guarded by dark thoughts I can't get rid of.
Is where I've been a lie lived? Were the words we shared, a lie spread? What am I supposed to do, where are my thoughts supposed to go for me to hear the truth. I just want to know, for a final time, for absolute sure, whether what he spared eachother was real or not. Provide me proof, too. I need it, or anyway I feel like I do. Spare it. Pity this fool, I feel too much it makes me feel like I have nothing left to do.
I know you, you know me too; we know eachother, and I loved you. You said you did too; I hurt, my mind turns. What should I do. We drift, you vanish, and I'm left here; how I wish I was anyone else. I cannot speak, the entire day I spend trying to get asleep; even so, I have dreams and things to aspire to. There were people whom I'd loved, once, too: I wanted the best for them, and I still do. I just wished I was there, you know? Too.
Instead I'm here, boo. Makes me think, was any of it real; were my thoughts, our talks, and the words we shared- any of the times spared, all of the gold in my soul, ever there? Many years passed, secrets shared; a connection made, different than any other I'd ever bear, made between two souls- both incomplete, and both in places neither of them wished they were near.
Love? I still do. You? I've no idea where you left to. I miss you, always did, always do; superficial by this point, though- even if you come back, I'm in a worse place. Though knowing you were a pride of mine, you knowing me shan't be a pride o' yours- I am broken, I am still. A million years may pass, and I'll still be dead, whether in real life or in my mind. Sad, but that is simply life.
I hold our memories dear, always done, always do; peace to you, hope that your dreams arrive and the sunrise is especially beautiful too.
Instead I'm here, boo. Makes me think, was any of it real; were my thoughts, our talks, and the words we shared- any of the times spared, all of the gold in my soul, ever there? Many years passed, secrets shared; a connection made, different than any other I'd ever bear, made between two souls- both incomplete, and both in places neither of them wished they were near.
Love? I still do. You? I've no idea where you left to. I miss you, always did, always do; superficial by this point, though- even if you come back, I'm in a worse place. Though knowing you were a pride of mine, you knowing me shan't be a pride o' yours- I am broken, I am still. A million years may pass, and I'll still be dead, whether in real life or in my mind. Sad, but that is simply life.
I hold our memories dear, always done, always do; peace to you, hope that your dreams arrive and the sunrise is especially beautiful too.
I use a lot of words, say a lot of things; it all comes back to this-
I am alone and I feel empty, nothing I do fills me and anyone I cared for leaves me.
I have no energy and this simple fact drains me, I cannot do anything and it kills me.
I try to chase, but the first step leaves me out of breath: I cannot try, because my mind hates every single action that I try to take.
All of this leads me to dark thoughts, and I struggle through lots of medicines to get a hand on 'living', I try though I'm failing:
The life I'm in doesn't feel like what's advertised by everyone else that's ever been, they had things, I get nothing.
Makes me think my escape is in the booze I drink and the nicotine I take, and the drugs I eat, sniff, smoke, spit, bleed, dip, take, skip, drink...
God, make it easy; I've lived a hard life, don't treat me too harshly- I've struggled for a lifetime, and I don't wanna double my own time,
And I already flirt with the end of the line. I have two too many people who care one step too much for me to totally unwind.
Give me a lightning bolt from the sky, make it hit me straight in the head, turn me dead or make my brain turn in reverse, either-or works.
The actual truth hurts, I'd rather die by another's hand than have to deal with the way this life I live is lived, so I can trick those I care for it ain't anyone's fault,
But that ain't how this works, it's my fault, my head don't fucking work. Get me the hell out of here, I bang my hands against the walls but they're made of titanium or something worse,
I'm forever stuck in here, stuck in perpetual fear, perpetually alone and perpetually unaware of actual life, regardless of wherever the fuck I am, whoever I'm near.
Make the clock either freeze, or make it turn a billion times faster, make this shit go by faster than I can feel.
Because I feel a lot, just not what I want.
I am alone and I feel empty, nothing I do fills me and anyone I cared for leaves me.
I have no energy and this simple fact drains me, I cannot do anything and it kills me.
I try to chase, but the first step leaves me out of breath: I cannot try, because my mind hates every single action that I try to take.
All of this leads me to dark thoughts, and I struggle through lots of medicines to get a hand on 'living', I try though I'm failing:
The life I'm in doesn't feel like what's advertised by everyone else that's ever been, they had things, I get nothing.
Makes me think my escape is in the booze I drink and the nicotine I take, and the drugs I eat, sniff, smoke, spit, bleed, dip, take, skip, drink...
God, make it easy; I've lived a hard life, don't treat me too harshly- I've struggled for a lifetime, and I don't wanna double my own time,
And I already flirt with the end of the line. I have two too many people who care one step too much for me to totally unwind.
Give me a lightning bolt from the sky, make it hit me straight in the head, turn me dead or make my brain turn in reverse, either-or works.
The actual truth hurts, I'd rather die by another's hand than have to deal with the way this life I live is lived, so I can trick those I care for it ain't anyone's fault,
But that ain't how this works, it's my fault, my head don't fucking work. Get me the hell out of here, I bang my hands against the walls but they're made of titanium or something worse,
I'm forever stuck in here, stuck in perpetual fear, perpetually alone and perpetually unaware of actual life, regardless of wherever the fuck I am, whoever I'm near.
Make the clock either freeze, or make it turn a billion times faster, make this shit go by faster than I can feel.
Because I feel a lot, just not what I want.
I try to die: it hasn't worked.
I try to hurt: it doesn't matter;
I try to get help, people stare at me like I'm in the wrong place-
What am I supposed to do, I was never taught of this in school.
I try to hurt: it doesn't matter;
I try to get help, people stare at me like I'm in the wrong place-
What am I supposed to do, I was never taught of this in school.
So I was temporary. A secret fix to fill your void, someone to hold you through your pain; give you the warmth you craved.. Felt different right You said I made you feel good, like we had known each other our whole lives. Maybe you meant it or maybe you fed me what you thought I wanted, just to keep me close. Before you lit the match and walked away.. back into their arms.
Testing, testing