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A Neverending Cycle 💢 (W/ @welcome-to-the-joangle)

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Had a dream that I was fighting people with a plastic broom handle in my living room

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Spheal & Gulpin, Pokemon combination

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Day before prom

Okay so I got a spray tan so that I'd look decent for Prom cuz I'm pale af and have noticeable stretch marks on my arms Anyways on my way to where I get picked up from school, I thought of what I'd say in a scenario where someone insulted me for having a fake tan: Bitchy leader of a group of girls; "Oh, it's a walking cheeto-puff! She looks like Trump with that fake tan!" *they all laugh* Me; *turns around* "Well bitch you act fake so I guess when you went under the knife to get your ugly ass face fixed you had the plastic surgeon shove extra silicon into your personality."

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Thinking you're alone while doing something embarassing -> sees someone watching

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Bulbasaur- Original: Grass/Poison New Type: Rock/Poison (I suppose there's a hole at the tip of the rock on its back that could spew out poison gas)

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Tell Me Why

Okey so liek, I need help from the science side of Tumblr or something cuz last night I had a dream where I was stabbed in the chest (being able to feel the pain of being stabbed of course) and the dude who had stabbed me proceeded to blow into the other end of the thing that impaled me and I felt liquid/bubbles go into my body

How the fuck does my body know what that feels like

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New Thing

Aight so I'm not entirely sure if I'm one of the first to do this on this site (prolly not) but my friend and I are doing this thing where we each draw a Pokémon, but draw it as a different type than what it was originally

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Story Time

In grade school, I was the biggest (fattest) kid so I was of course singled out. From the moment I stepped foot into the classroom on the first day of 1st grade, to the day I graduated 6th grade, I was bullied because I was apparently so drastically different that everybody in my fucking grade seemed to feel the need to make my time at school a living hell. However, my proportions did even out significantly from 4th to 6th grade, but even so I was still made fun of on occasion.

Every Friday when I was in second grade, this clique of thin girls would take my backpack (we always put them outside the classroom) after school and bring it to the lunch tables and wait for me. I’d find them stepping all over it, then I’d try to chase them around the lunch tables to get it back, but they knew I would never be able to catch them because I was chubby and couldn’t run very fast. And every time, I’d come home crying with a broken backpack and all that was inside of it crushed. The teacher didn’t do shit, and I literally had no fucking friends to stand up for me. The only person that cared for my well-being at school was the principal, and the only defense I had was to tell on anyone that called me names or started to pick on me.

I’m in high school now and have become the confidant in my group of friends (a therapist if you will) and have even stopped a few of them from committing suicide. I do talks with groups of kids where I volunteer. I work with children who have disabilities and talk to their friends and siblings about bullying and how that can come back to ruin their lives. 

And I found out that those bitches that ruined second grade for me have recently gained a horrible reputation after some very inappropriate items fell out of their P.E. lockers.

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Happy Isolation (also on my deviantART)

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