kailixrhys
kailixrhys
Poems by Kailix
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They/them - 27 years old - cover photo is kyle thompons work, this blog: poetry by me - maybe some memes - void diary - idk i havent done tumblr in forever
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people on tiktok would never survive a day on tumblr
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*puts my cigarettes out on you*
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Teen Wolf be like:
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This is season 5
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How are we doing today ladies. Are we still losing it. Are we going completely insane
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kailixrhys · 2 years ago
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Your daily dose of cat memes
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F*g is a slur and no amount of quirky posts is gonna make you cool for using it
You have rights because faggots and dykes fought for them. Respect that you cunt
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when i say “that reminds me” & theres zero connection you just have to take my word for it theres no time to explain
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kailixrhys · 2 years ago
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Infestation, revised. (TW mentions of abuse.)
I don't wanna dream of that basement anymore. or how it smelled of mold or the pests that came and made their home in a place that did not belong to them the cockroaches, every other infestation Right down to you. In that basement, where in my dreams, in my nightmares I am still trapped there Imprisoned. sometimes the staircase disappears entirely. the furniture being flung in front of the exit by some, poltergeist or maybe you're the poltergeist in those dreams you're not dead but I'd be lying, if I said I didn't picture it that way sometimes. There have been others, who moved in and invaded a space causing, all sorts of property damage not just to the house even. No-one can tell from the outside but once you walk in you can see it, the dry rot the holes in the walls you didn't ever “intentionally” physically hurt me, no your words and silly little rage "accidents" were enough. leaving me with enough damage to be condemned, the house, of course you caused all this irreparable damage and just left me there “writhing there, withering away with that basement stuck as some traumatic backroom where, awake or asleep it doesn’t matter,   I still find myself there at the most inconvenient times.” and I’m stuck there. With you imprisoned like a poltergeist or an infestation.
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