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Thanks, now I want to strangle our mother to death.

Too bad I'm a bit late to that.

-Juniper

were you perpetually and exclusively praised for what you could one day become, instead of what you were, leading you to a lifetime of feeling like you were not only never good enough, but that the best thing about you was a future that would never come, that constantly felt like it was slipping away? Did you become so afraid of closing doors, of losing that one good thing, that potential, that you stagnated at the crossroads until your life began to rot around you and the asphalt ground to gravel and the roads grew ever rougher, the doors closing one by one even as you tried in vain to keep them open, instead of choosing a path and committing to a direction for your own progress? Did you watch the best thing about you, the one thing you were praised for, slowly collapse in your arms as you tried desperately and hopelessly to save it, finding yourself kneeling in the ruins of your unexplored promise, looking for a way out, and wondering if there was no where else to go? no way forward? When someone tells you they're proud of you, that they love you for who you are, that what you are is good enough, do you cry? do you struggle to believe them? do you have to try your damnedest just to make yourself hear the words? Do you wonder if, one day, you'll learn to be happy with who you are?

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Umm, here in Europe we call it a chicken burger 🤓

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ME TOO!!! I LOVE ITTTTTT!!!

call me a basic bitch but I fuckin love alt/grunge/emo outfits including what hot topic sells. sorry.

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Just really needed to pour some of my current emotions out like this

Once again thank you @absentwriterdoll for not only introducing me to all this but inspiring to write my own doll stuff myself

Thank you

"A broken doll"

A doll sits alone

It is a very beautiful doll

Made out of cogs and brass plates

It worked so hard on its body

It is very proud of it

A doll sits alone crying

Its sadnesses

Its hopelessness

Turned to artificial tears

A doll sits alone thinking

It thinks of all the things it enjoyed

Of all the things it wanted to try

Of things it's been working so hard on

It thinks that and then…

It tears its own arm out out of anger

It stomps it to show it its hate toward its body

It bashes its head on a concrete wall

Its gears and mechanical parts flying off

It rips a hole into its own chest

It grabs a handful of core components

And it rips them out

Looking down at the massacre

As it winds down

For the very last time

….........................

Is what the doll imagines

Its head filled with hate towards its body

As it is broken

It searched far and wide

But nothing could help it

I wishes for it to end

[But you may be wondering

Why the doll’s body can't be fixed or replaced

Well dear reader

This story isn't just about some fictional doll

This story isn't about being broken

This story is about me and being disabled]

"A disabled doll"

A doll sits alone crying

Angry at itself that it can't do anything

Angry that it can't enjoy life anymore

A witch comes into the room

And without a word she embraces the doll

It may be too broken to do things on its own

And that's why the witch is here to help it

She knows what things to avoid

What to look out for

How to take care of the doll after a hard day

She takes care of the chores that the doll can't do

And the doll does anything it can

When they work together

The doll forgets that it is broken

And that's because it isn't

A broken doll is only ever broken when alone

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"A broken doll"

A doll sits alone

It is a very beautiful doll

Made out of cogs and brass plates

It worked so hard on its body

It is very proud of it

A beautiful doll sits alone crying

Its sadnesses

Its hopelessness

Turned to artificial tears

A sad doll sits alone thinking

It thinks of all the things it enjoyed

Of all the things it wanted to try

Of things it's been working so hard on

It thinks that and then…

It rips its own arm off out of anger

It stomps on it to show its hate towards its body

It bashes its head on a concrete wall

Its gears and mechanical parts flying out

It tears a hole into its own chest

It grabs a handful of core components

And it rips them right out

Now a barely functioning doll sits alone

Looking down at the massacre

Slowly windind down

For the very last time

….........................

Is what the doll imagines

Its head filled with hate towards its body

Irs broken body

It searched far and wide

But nothing could help it

It's just so broken

It lost everything because of this

It wishes for it to end...

[But you may be wondering

Why the doll’s body can't be fixed or replaced

Well dear reader

This story isn't just about some fictional doll

This story isn't about being broken

This story is about me and being disabled]

"A disabled doll"

A doll sits alone crying

Angry at itself that it can't do anything

Angry that it can't enjoy life anymore

A witch comes into the room

And without a word she embraces the doll

It may be too broken to do things on its own

And that's why the witch is here to help it

She knows what things to avoid

What to look out for

How to take care of the doll after a hard day

She takes care of the chores that the doll can't do

And the doll does anything it can

When they work together

The doll forgets that it is broken

And that's because it isn't

A broken doll is only ever broken when alone

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I always explain in as "more friend per friend" because of what Faisy said in Dog of War

Every time one of my friends explains something about Plurality to me I have to fight the urge to ask if they're "More people per people" cause of this fuck ass post

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@mudkiptg

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Yeah, they tend to do that

Just like those screaming rubber chickens

accidentally elbowed my tgirl roommate straight in the gut while moving some boxes and i’m pretty sure she moaned.

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Guess who was so bored that it learned all 1025 Pokémon names in a few days!!!

The website is

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I'm so autistic about sea creatures and bugs, this would make me bite you and/or start crying

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RANMA X POKEMON?!?!?!

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I made this little picture of yellow and ranma for my friend @garmmy who also likes yellow and ranma !!

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And you need to let me carry the cool still I found in my mouth and pee on that lampost and chase the squirrels

“you need to go outside and touch grass” yeah well you need to say “good girl” and give headpats

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@mudkiptg

I’m curious about all my gaming followers: first Pokémon game, first Zelda game, and first Mario game in the tags?

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@mudkiptg

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:3

If I see you use ":3" I just assume that you want to be bent over and fucked until you can't remember your own name.

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I'VE LITERALLY LOVED ALL OF THESE SINCE CHILDHOOD

Well, except spiders but I've learned to love them since

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At trans 2 you unlock the power to switch between genders at will

You can use this power to make everyone you meet gay

what if there was a fox who could turn you transgender wouldn't that be crazy