g1rlbl0gger2006

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I hate having responsibilities.

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Why is everything so serious and metaphorical when I’m stoned help

I’m high, smoking a cigarette. I’m only 18 but I feel like I’m somehow understanding the appreciation and blessing of growing older. Or in my case growing up I guess.

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I feel like I use tumble wrong sometimes. Like I feel like I use it the way ppl use Twitter

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I’m moving house tomorrow thank god.

Finally I can just focus on uni and work without this burden lmao

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Me rn:

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Literally everyone is annoying. Like stfu idgaf what you have to say.

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I have @mothercain concert tickets y’all I’m so hyped!

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I want to run away

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You say he’s our god, but why would any god allow any man to do such things.

The little greenfly nibbles upon the leaf of my petals.

It tickled at first, but then the numbers multiplied and the holes in my petals allowed larger trickles of sunlight to peep through.

I watched closely as the butterflies carefully pollinate the patch of daisy’s that have laid next to me since we were seeds.

Carefully fed and dressed.

I see her beautiful white dress, and his blazing wings.

Both the sun and stars light up upon his wings as he presses his body against hers, bringing to life an iridescent, tainted, warm glimmer of warmth that is only shared between the two on their special day, their special moments and their oh so special, yet short, yet serene life’s.

I’m tied here; violated

I’m stuck here; raped

She’s caressed; loved

He’s armoured; for her.

An arm, without haste, grabs my neck and twists. Pricking his finger.

He murmurs

“Fuck”

Even my body is your gift to her, from you, to bring a smile to her.

Not a single thought about me in the process of their happy joy.

At least the sores are gone I guess.

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I’ve never been a huge fan of how I look. Even now that I’m better I still look at myself and mostly see flaws. But I think the only thing that’s ever gotten me anywhere is my personality (as cheesy as that sounds).

I remember throughout most of my time dealing with 4na I wasn’t that bothered about how it was affecting my body and my physical abilities. After a few years it did take a massive affect on the only thing of mine I’ve ever liked and thats my personality (again, I know it’s cringe as fuck). I went practically brain dead. I couldn’t laugh, I couldn’t generate a smile or a passion in my voice, I couldn’t even come up with the silly fun back chat and cockiness and excitability I used to have. I was completely zombified and it was the most difficult thing to heal from.

Anyways whenever I hear this song I low-key dedicate the lyrics to myself and how I wish I could go back and play this to myself at my worst.

“It’s not your body that I love, but it’s the shell you’re inside of”