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Am I a bad person?

Asks the person who is terrified the answer is yes

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DOING THINGS TO ME

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the new tøp song somehow instantly soothed me, and sent me back to middle school. i’ve never felt so immediately vulnerable yet heard.

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GOING THROUGH THE TOPIC LIST FOR TOMORROWS TEST

WTF IS THIS

LEAN MANUFACTURE WASTE REDUCTION IN MANUFACTURE???????

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Well you see minors under 25 years old should not be allowed to get gender reassignment surgery because what if they go to the clinic but instead of giving them a normal penis the nurses mess up and give them the evil penis. That's irreversible

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MY JAW IS ON THE FLOOR

OH MY LORD

drew snufkin and painted with watercolour for my art coursework- how'd I do?

[the left image is my painting, right image is reference]

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happy birthday charlie spring!!! the best boy 🥳

and you'll be waiting after all / 'cause i'd find you in any world <3

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WHAT IF we get an alternative ending for backslide where tyler breaks out of the cycle and gets josh a good hamburger bun since tyler said there's one song with two mvs

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I give in. I'm writing something new and I've got the first chapter but absolutely no idea where to go from here. I like the idea of telling the story through several short pieces, and them being kind of out of order (for extra confusion)

here's the bit ive got written:

It was raining. It painted the sand a dark beige, made the rocks shine and glisten, and most importantly, it warded off casual strollers and unwanted tourists. The beach was barren, as it usually is during a four o’clock downpour, leaving an almost relaxing atmosphere regardless of the determined, roaring wind and rain that assaulted the ground like bullets to wary soldiers.

The rocks on this particular beach are the type that seem terrifying to worried mothers and an exiting new adventure to young children, the uneven platforms wrapping themselves out of view around one of the cliffs that isolates the beach and, if you get far enough, leading to the mouth of an intimidating cave people rarely enter. Whether that be due to nerves or difficulty of getting there, we may never know.

One man, Riley Downing, never fails to exploit these short bursts of appalling weather. He isn’t the most social of men, and anyone who know him will tell you he adores his alone time, especially rainy walks along *his* beach. The beach isn’t actually his, but word gets around in a small town like his about unusual habits, and Riley doesn’t mind. On this particular day, during this particular bout of rain, something was *different*. He noticed immediately a fresh pair of footprints in the soaked sand, and, unreasonable anger bubbling inside of him, he followed the prints with a determination on his face that it scarce spotted among anyone in such a timid town. A timid town where nothing ever goes *wrong*. The prints led him awkwardly towards the rocks and Riley rolled his frustrated eyes. He was not going up there in weather like that, he thought. Not if he wanted to see tomorrow. Then something catches his eye in the violently choppy water by a particularly inconvenient outcrop. He saw hair. He saw an arm reaching out. It was a person.

They thrashed around, quickly losing energy in the freezing waters as their head bobbed under the water and broke the surface again and again, knocking the air out of their lungs before they had a change to welcome it. A change. A new feeling. Hands grabbed their outstretched arm and yanked painfully, pulling a startled cry from the then above water person. Another change. Solid ground. They lay on the drenched shore, coughing out masses of water before indelicately retching and rolling exhaustedly onto their back a few feet away and began to cry softly. It may have been from relief, shock or even annoyance, Riley didn’t know and frankly didn’t care as he gazed down curiously at them in silence.

The rain ceased. They opened their eyes. Their eyes met his. He smiled. They didn’t smile back.

“It’s you.” They stated.

“Who?”

“The one I’m here for.”

I need ideas, suggestions, prompts, feedback, literally anything that pops into your head. It would be greatly appreciated :))

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ITS WHAT @oyleastio IS IN MY CONTACTS I HAVE TO USE THE EMOJI SOMETIMES

@buttercup-in-wonderland emoji update

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@buttercup-in-wonderland emoji update

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Pov 8 year old autistic me at the family gathering cuz no one brought any food that I could eat

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I SHOULD HAVE LOVED YOU BETTER

DO YOU THINK THAT NOW’S THE TIME YOU SHOULD LET GO??

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just your standard goopy creature taunting you about your problems that he actively makes worse