brianna

[brianna]

[TW poetry about SI and Sattempt]

Help

A knife to my throat

A cry for help

Left unheard

Left for dead

I meant it,

I really meant it

And in my time of need

Nobody was my hero.

Not even the gods

Came and heard me cry

I am in a room full of people

But still all alone

Why didn’t I do it?

I meant it, I MEANT IT!

But my own conscious protects itself

As the narcassistic bitch it is

I feel alone

But nobody came to help

What is wrong with me?

-BZM

[brianna]

A boy

A boy

A boy not by his own conviction, but others’

A dirty, gross, manly boy

That makes him want to rip off his own skin

A boy

A boy who will never be seen as a girl,

Except for the compliance of pity

And not true perception.

A boy

A boy who wants to start anew

And move to a place

Where everyone calls him ma’am

A boy

A boy who never will know where this place is,

Of the perfect place

Where he would move to in a whim

a boy

A boy

A BOY

A BOY!

[brianna]

Why?

Why am I like this?

A fake, a talentless fraud.

I feel like a hurricane

Ready to crash,

But nobody cares..

Why must I tell myself these things?

I’m a piece of shit that nobody wants

I convince myself I don’t want to heal

And I continue to wallow in my dark

Why can’t I be better?

Like my idols, like my friends.

I am going to be left alone

For voicing my self concerns

A fake, a fraud, a hurricane, piece of shit loser addict who will be left all alone.

-Brianna Zap Medlin

[brianna]

Does it still work?

ha?

every single person who reblogs this

every

single

person

will get “doot doot�� in their ask box

[brianna]

Cute date idea for me; bring me to a spice and produce isle of an exotic store and watch me nerd out and explain every spice and uncommon vegetable to you. I stg if someone takes me on that date I would melt UwU

[brianna]

Crash

[brianna]

Toby is still an absolute mood forever

Toby: I need to dye my hair.

Hoodie: ...

Toby: Or get another tattoo.

Hoodie: ...

Toby: Or a new piercing.

Hoodie: Why?

Toby: To, you know, appease the mental breakdown gods.

[brianna]

Again

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Random late night crackhead chaotic energy post from Paris. You know those trick or treat witch statues that jump out at you? If there are any small enough to fit in a backpack you put one in your backpack with the zipper slightly opened and go backpacking around Paris or NYC or something acting like an oblivious tourist. When someone opens your backpack to steal they’ll be greeted by a witch jump scare. I don’t know why that’s so funny to me right now except for late night crackhead energy (not the drug just the energy) thoughts

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Leaving for Paris in 18 hours for foreign exchange for the whole semester

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Got in an argument with my mom so maybe y'all can help

Reblog if you would attend one big scuttlebug jamboree.

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Flat fuck Friday!!!!!!

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bigweld

bigweld

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reblog to dip the person you rb'ed rhis from in milk and slap themviolently against the wall

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I have all those tics! No wonder I kin him

Red October (Pages 36-40)

LATE UPDATE AGAIN I’m so fuckinf lazy. Anyways here we are! Feat. Some Toby stuff further in. I’ve been researching Tourette’s a bit more just to make sure I’m writing him correctly!

Marron dumb baby moments

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@rakeshouseparty

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Everybody rebel against tumblrbot and talk about kidneys! The robot hates talk about kidneys we have 40 mins