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NO KINGS! Be safe tomorrow 🇺🇸

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my dealer: got some straight gas 🔥😛 this strain is called "vewn" you'll be zonked out of your gourd

me: yeah whatever. i don't feel shit.

5 minutes later: dude i really like it here. i wish i didn't have to leave.

my buddy pacing the city: ☹︎♓︎⧫︎⧫︎●︎♏︎ 👌︎◆︎■︎■︎⍓︎ ☞︎□︎□︎ ☞︎□︎□︎ ✋︎ ♎︎□︎■︎’⧫︎ ⬥︎♋︎■︎⧫︎ ⧫︎□︎ ⬧︎♏︎♏︎ ⍓︎□︎◆︎ 💧︎♍︎□︎□︎◻︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ◆︎◻︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♐︎♓︎♏︎●︎♎︎ ❍︎♓︎♍︎♏︎ ✌︎■︎♎︎ ♌︎□︎◻︎◻︎♓︎■︎♑︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎❍︎ □︎■︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ ♒︎♏︎♋︎♎︎

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dear, moots

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Fashionably Late by Falling In Reverse!!

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

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Felt cute for a bit today!! (^_^);

Might post a fit check tmrw...idkkkk (>_<)

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you're extremely sexy

I'm also 15 😰

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school sketch

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the scars ive given

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M4R3N I ; Peeling Feelings (POETRY)

(trigger warnings for slight allusions to SA and abuse. this is a way for me to vent my frustrations, and I don't mean to trigger people. Thanks!)

I can be gentle, you know?

I can be kind— soft as a passing breeze on an arid summer's day—

and still my heart will remain, locked and shackled at the bottom of the creek's bed.

The water's a balm to its emptiness, the fish its only friends, and in the odd months where light peeks through to the bottom, it steals away the sun's most eager caress.

But the thing about things that have been neglected too long, unfortunately, is that someplace along the road, things have to give.

My soft maroon velvet peels away to face the moon, the steel beneath rusted and mutinous, and my heart knows then that it will cease to beat for the sun; rough hands, rabbit heart, bloody feet like razors in the wet mud of that creek bed I so adored.

I am different, now— still kind and soft and naïve, I'd hope— but in the way a coyote that's gotten its fill turns away from the next morsel.

Never in the way of the dove, of the passing doe, of the great white stag in the meadow...but simply kind in that I find myself capable of mercy.

Even if that mercy only applies to others and never me, though my flesh is scrubbed raw with the jarring whispers of distaste.

How could I let myself be vulnerable at the hands of my searing fate?

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People don't actually grow out of their emo phases. People are forced out of their emo phases by employers who get a raging boner over controlling how their employees dress, cut their hair, whether they mod their bodies and so on

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