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jirai-girly · 2 days
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Me at any minor inconvenience
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120daysofsodomm · 2 days
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loneliness and emptiness
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lavenderlemonade03 · 14 hours
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People like the other one I made a lot so here is :
The Moth Diet
Moths are more standoffish than Butterflies. Moth are easily distracted by the bright and shiny.
Why eat when you can play video games and drink sf energy drinks and soda.
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RULES:
Keep a mostly liquid diet as well with this one but lean into the more savory side.
Drinks should be soda or energy drinks. Sf apple juice with cinnamon as a nice treat or a coffee with low fat milk and pie spice.
Soups should be warm in temp and color. No need to show off so much. People revel in our natural colors.
While the Butterflies munch on fruit, you as a moth should lean toward lower sugar and eat more veggies.
Baked oat muffins are wonderful for hitting protein and fiber goals if you find yourself wanting substance.
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A moth should dress in neutral tones.
Be reserved and elegant. Show of your cute without drawing everyone's attention.
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@honeysugarfree
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burned0utstar · 2 days
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It hurts.
It hurts so much.
I need someone, anyone, to love me.
Being unlovable hurts.
It's the pain of knowing that noone can ever love me the way I love them.
To love the way I do is to burn and scratch open my skin just to try and show you a part of me.
It's to always wait for something.
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harukahik4r1 · 1 day
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feel the pain because you deserve it
[it's only temporary]
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poetrybydiya · 18 hours
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daffodilq · 2 days
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Roulette
There are days it consumes every fiber of my being
Then others it’s just a passing thought
But I think of it more often than not
It’s like playing Russian Roulette by myself
I can feel the cool metal end of the revolver
Pressed firmly under my chin
I can imagine the explosion being the last thing to meet my ears
It’s like every day is a blank clicking by
A sick relief
But my bad days
Those are like blank number five
All the anxiety and fear
Overwhelming my mind and soul
The shame enveloping my body
As I anticipate the final shot
The guilt encasing my heart
As I yearn for it
For all the emotion I cannot deal with
To just end
But then the next day comes
And I’m back to blank four
Just on the cusp of a bad day
But just enough away that life isn’t so miserable
It’s manageable
I thrive on blank four
I live for blank four
And as much as I sometimes want the shot
I hope I never make it there
- h.f.
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marsobrelagrimas · 1 day
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virginsuicidalgurl · 2 days
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OH OKAYYYY????!!!!
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letsventstuff · 2 days
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I assure you. If they want to, they would. Simple, clear, and precise as that.
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jirai-girly · 2 days
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Hey guys (say it back or I'm never coming back)
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spy-peanuts · 3 days
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I'm very desperate for my sxf interest back
..... let's just say....ppl suck....
And there's a few.
I just want someone to talk to about sxf.
Is it ok to like sxf?
Even though I lost a few friends, had a break down in public?
There's more to it but I'm not going into that.
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✨✨✨✨✨✨TW:SUICIDE ✨✨✨✨✨
When I attempted to k*** myself*f in 2020 and after ingesting 45 sleeping pills and a liter and a 1/2 of vodka, something in me always loved the dramatic part of it and coming back
I came back so fucked up lmfao
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arseholism · 1 day
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I’m not scared of my demons
What’s the worst they could do?
I’ve made friends with the monster inside me
So boo fucking hoo
We’re all a little bit broken, fucked up inside
We’re all bound by hope and destroyed by pride
I’m not scared of the darkness
I’m used to it by now
I’m not scared of being broken, or abject rejection
I’ve spent forever being unloved
This miserable experience, this existential dread
This fear of life ending is just like going to bed..
I’m not scared of tomorrow, the future is bleak
I’m not scared of being old, I’m not scared of being weak
I’ve shed inhibitions, I’ve shattered the dreams
I’ve dried up the tears, I’ve muffled the screams
So don’t try to get inside my head, you’ll end up all twisted and lost
Don’t you dare call my bluff when you don’t understand the cost
Sit down my darling, sip on your drink
Raise a toast to being here today, and let me live on the brink
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harukahik4r1 · 2 days
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is there even something wrong? or is it all just in my head?...
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