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Scary Movie 4

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jumpscare

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i had a few drinks tonigt threanted like 4 people

i think i deckld a bich in the nose but i coulda just imagined dit really hard

shit

bitces think they're better tan me.

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i had a few drinks tonigt threanted like 4 people

i think i deckld a bich in the nose but i coulda just imagined dit really hard

shit

bitces think they're better tan me.

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Today's Seal Is: The Howler

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gods hottest bitches shit the hardest

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no! you've already destroyed my stash of 4

suddenly im cravin forks

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least it wasn't another fork. I'm running out.

wasnt even that fuckin good.

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Kanada 🇨🇦 📸

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His thoughts - A month later after 'death'.

For a moment, I forgot how to speak.

Shifting through the new vast kaleidoscope of spaces with now time and all time between. Just as I've sat down and rested my eyes I'm somewhere new. The exploration isn't something so terrible to go through. I'd rather this than an empty void of nothing, that not even hallucinations could fill. Still, when you've walked and moved through doors so long, even without a body to really replicate the feeling of being tired, your figurative mind seems to still feel alone. You don't get a moment to even talk to yourself. I wish I had talked to myself at least once. Maybe the shock of it all stopped me from thinking of that being an option in the first place. I never stopped thinking of you, though. I thought maybe I'd have met you here even if you were fake. Maybe see a shadow of someone like you, though I know that doesn't exist - someone like you. I missed you terribly.

I spent those thoughts, without words, picturing what you had for breakfast. Picturing your smile, and remembering the feeling of the vibrations from your chest when youd purr and speak to me, while cuddled so close to me for warmth. Your scarred up hands and your chipped nail polish on your claws, feeling over the lifting edges of that paint with my thumb. There was alot I could see, and try to feel in my minds eye; but never a word.

I felt like I wasn't allowed. It had only been a short time for you but it felt so long for me, I wasn't capable of speech. I think that's what made me most afraid. I knew something was missing. How small of me to think when it's my entire body missing and not just my voice. At least know it was some comfort, that I wasnt hurting at all. I wasn't hungry, I didn't need the bathroom, I didn't need to sleep but I missed that feeling; Sleeping next to you.

I don't know where my soul went, I don't even know if it is still fighting wherever it may be. I've got something to hold onto, even if just in memory - so I'll keep doing just that. What are you holding onto?

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feeling suicidal. might bake garlic bread at home

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Garlic butter & herb rolls (via Instagram)

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fooodkings on ig

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I forgot how to have a conversation because I was so excited for garlic bread… I can never go back to Walmart

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Garlic Bread Grilled Cheese (x)