clippedwinged
clippedwinged
Obliteration.
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I am nothing if not my sin.
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clippedwinged 2 years ago
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I love ruining fucking everything constantly. The truth bears its fangs and of course it ruins everything around it. Better if I shut up and nod for the rest of my miserable, worthless life.
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clippedwinged 2 years ago
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鑻楃枂miaojiang style fashion designed by hanfu stores
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clippedwinged 2 years ago
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Johnson Cheung-shing Tsang: A Painful Pot (2013)
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clippedwinged 2 years ago
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Cho Gi-Seok: 'Different' (2023)
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clippedwinged 2 years ago
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Lei Xue: 'Drinking Tea' (2009)
Smashed Cans Sculpted and Hand Painted in the Traditional Style of Ming Dynasty Porcelain.
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clippedwinged 2 years ago
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Pain everywhere. No way to fix it but lay down. I don't want to lay down right now.
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clippedwinged 2 years ago
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babirusa / dog / rabbit / rattlesnake / sheep / hippo skulls (source)
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clippedwinged 2 years ago
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quick and easy tips
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clippedwinged 2 years ago
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A fly and a mosquito caught in a sundew By: Unknown photographer From: Disney's Wonderful World of Knowledge 1971
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clippedwinged 2 years ago
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Scolopendra
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clippedwinged 2 years ago
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I wish I could kill myself. But unfortunately, everything around me prevents it. I cannot get up to grab a knife. I cannot run in order to make it to the street. Broken, useless body.
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clippedwinged 2 years ago
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I am a weak.. broken imitation of that which came before me. I may try to assert my uniqueness. My individuality. But I am stolen.
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clippedwinged 2 years ago
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I bit my nail down too far the other night and tore my flesh from underneath it out. It did not sting. It just bled, heavily. My blood is weak and watery in taste. I know why. There's not enough iron. Never enough.
It is so rare I can pull blood from any place other than the rotting scabs on my breasts. Oozing vile ichor and deep crimson red, my dull, short nails digging, clawing, peeling the flesh. It itches. It burns. It bleeds. It's all I can cling to. I have naught blade nor flame to use instead. Stolen from me. Denied to me.
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clippedwinged 2 years ago
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Here I am.
I'm Null.
Neutral pronouns only.
If you don't like gore, mentions of self mutilation, self harm discussion and self hatred born of disability and weight, probably wouldn't be good to follow me.
I won't mention my source. Figure it out.
Talk to me I guess. But I can't promise to be genuine.
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