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This is my 9/11💔

Hayden has deactivated both of her tumblr accounts 😞😞😞

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I will pursue legal action to ANYONE who has them😭😭😭

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Give me a day

is it ok to draw your ocs?

yes my selfish biggest wish when i used to post my art was for people to draw my ocs but nobody ever did so please feel free to draw them as much as you’d like lol i would love to see it :)

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Buncha woke Libz in they feelinz

ya getting cancelled for the prevelarplosive post, the legalize incest t-shirt and hugging a dog while topless which according to them is zoophilia

idk what post ur talking abt, the legalize incest shirt was funny as fuck, and that dog don’t give a fuck about my titties cuz he’s gay

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God’s hands are soft for a reason.

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It is beautiful how much he loves me, almost disgusting. An anomaly we are to the world, but he whispers in my open mouth how little he cares and I breathe in his words like the oxygen that keeps me alive. Sometimes he says he’d do anything for me, and on the days where it is cold I tell him to keep me warm.

I don’t dare ask of him this favor when there are other souls around. It is not a pretty sight. Those who claim to be pure would only look and vomit rather than peel the flesh of their heads and let it be. Very few would understand how beautiful it is. They can only see the blood…

On a particularly dark and cold day I broke my own rule. I told him I would die if I didn’t feel warm anytime soon and like the beautiful loving boy he is, he let me crawl in while everybody watched, and watch they did, filled with morbid curiosity and wondering if they would enjoy doing it too. They watched as my lover opened his mouth as wide as he could, shaking at the strength it took to keep it open. Through my peripheral I saw their eyes widen as I started pushing my arms in. It didn’t faze me. I kept crawling.

I knew I was getting close when I heard a muffled pop, followed by a crack that resembled that of a glow stick. I pushed harder, not caring about the pain that buzzed through my body as his teeth rubbed against my elbow. He started choking now, gagging and coughing and retching his body as I pushed deeper and deeper inside him.

Now was the hard part. My shoulders were quite bony and broad, and were the hardest part of me for him to consume. At home I would’ve been more gentle, maneuvering and contorting my body in an attempt to twist myself inside, but that was not what happened this time. I needed warmth and I needed it now and I could not act gently or wait for it to be easy. I was so close. I pushed as hard as I could and heard an unfamiliar popping sound, and then a small thump. I could not see it as my head was deep in his throat now, but somehow I knew that the bottom of his jaw was resting on his neck in an almost perfect 90 degree angle. My eyes rolled back and I shook with pleasure. Warmth was trickling down my body, coating me, leaving me sticky and satisfied. It was easier now to enter with the hardest part over.

One oughta think I was going down a waterslide the way I now pushed in with ease. At the bottom was a pool of all that I craved. I poured what was liquid in my mouth and chewed on the congealed version of it I scraped off the bottom. I rubbed it all over me, absorbing it through the pores of my skin and laughing to myself. It is beautiful the way he loves me. I am so lucky.

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You will not know when it’s entered your body until it is too late. Until it’s already climbed half way up your ribcage like a ladder and nested into the flesh of your soul. Oh, my love, that is where it lives: the brain.

It seeps into every seam, every fold, and crawls inside it like maggots do a corpse. There is no use in trying to stop it for you are already dead.

After gaining full control of your body, it will begin to produce hormones— Dopamine, Serotonin, and Oxytocin to name a few— to cover up the pain. Though your life is in the hands of a parasite, you may find yourself grateful to have been infected by something empathetic enough to numb your flesh-vessel.

The process begins after the numbing, a process I call “Dolamori.” It is essentially the unnecessary reconstruction of the human body. It happens in 3 different stages, each of which housing their own horror. It goes as such:

Stage I - Doom

The parasite cares not for the human body, nor does it know how to sustainably care for the body it hosts. Thus, autopilot is turned off. Your heart will constantly feel heavy and breathing becomes a struggle as you manually pump blood through your veins like pushing upwards on a never ending syringe. Exhaustion and insomnia is normal in this state, and many have reported that sleep no longer aids the creeping feeling of doom that rests in their chests. I can only look at them with sympathy, as I know what is yet to come.

Stage II - Paranoia & Delusion

Isolation is common in this stage. As the parasite digs its claws into the flesh of your soul, it plays cats cradle with the nerves in your cerebrum, causing changes in your way of thinking. Due to the parasite altering the behavior of its host, many have lost their close relationships with people, but all report to have never realized how dire the situation was until it was over. It is also during this stage where the parasite mangles the meaning of certain interactions, causing one to believe there is a hidden intention behind everyday words and conversations they have with others. I’ve seen the parasite change those I love and I cannot express how much I have grown to hate what others call euphoric. But I am no better than them.

Stage III - Reconstruction

The most grotesque of the three stages. The parasite within your brain will begin to cleanse what it deems “impurities.” I’ve seen bones break into numbers I didn’t know existed. I’ve seen teeth being pushed and pulled in place by dirty hands covered in human hibiscus tea. I’ve seen the bleaching of skin result in the burning off of flesh, stared at the soft pink underneath, knowing they are nearing their death. I recall staring at my floored comrade as he was nearing the final stage of Dolamori. He was but a pile of flesh of the man he once was. The parasite had made him believe his bone structure was an impurity and improved upon it by shattering it, turning it to dust. He looked me dead in the eyes and said “now I will be loved.” I could do nothing but pull the trigger.

There is no escaping death when it comes to being infected by this parasite. Whether it be physical or mental, death is the one thing guaranteed to be experienced whilst under the influence of the parasite. I shake as I write this. For I know what is coming. My years of research act nothing less like a shield. I am not protected. I fear who I may become at the end of this tunnel of broken glass and bare feet. I can already feel the doom setting in my skin like the bullet did my comrade.

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I know if God is real he would ask us the same question: “Why did you make me this way?”

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People always say I remind them of my mother and I secretly pray that they only mean my face

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It’s still there sometimes; That ache of the heart that will call your name till its final breath.

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My song is on YouTube! Listen if you want to <3

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Are you bumping that?

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Hello very much!

“What did you do to me” out 11/28 ♡

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I put you down like a heavy book bag, and now your absence is all I feel.

It feels wrong.

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I know im falling in love when it starts to hurt.