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made a necklace, it’s just two differently sized hard drive internal disk separators i put on a necklace chain

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a mix between fnaf security breach and cup head sounds very fun actually

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if chatgpt was personified, what would their gender be (very limited options and for that i apologize)

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little poem, under a cut for sh tw and ranting

i’m thinking and i’m failing

i’m curled up and i’m crying

i’m sweating and scattered and shaking 

my face is wet from tears and drool

everything is mixed and shattered 

like a broken vase stuffed back together wrong

my skin is too tight and too loose

i’m feeling too much but nothing at all

the world is swirling and stuck in a never-ending loop 

yet still in the most painful of ways

my mind is yelling that the skin needs to break 

and the skin wholeheartedly agrees 

i need to rebreak the vase

because broken shards make more logical sense than a fucked up excuse for an actual vase

a human in shambles makes more sense than one hastily taped back together 

 held with blood and superglue

sometimes you just throw away the shards instead of attempting to put them back together

i slide the blade fast and stable 

the skin parts to form a trench in which i can stuff all the pain

the tension snaps

but so does my sanity

so does my skin

so do i

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sleepy spell i call

bring this friend to slumber world

rest shall be in y’all

I just wanna sleep, sleep and sleep, sleep and sleep

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got bored and wrote some poetry, it’s under a read more because of sh tw and they’re quite long

first poem

I stare at the blade on my

Bedside table

As it shines dauntingly 

It’s weight in my palm.

My skin

So fragile in its entirety 

Longing for the sting 

Of the lighter

The bruises and scars covering my body

Labeling me as broken

Labeling me as hopeless

Labeling me as grotesque 

Reminding me of my failures

I feel as if I’m no longer able 

To resist the pain for which I yearn

The pain that I can’t escape

Each cut brighter than the last

Each cut making me feel real

It pulls me in

A mistress of blood

I tell myself every waking moment 

Not to succumb to the temptation 

Not to induce the wounds

That bring the fleeting sense of security 

The wounds I hope will not strip me of 

My life

The wounds that provide comfort yet a price

I’m not yet willing to pay

The wishes that someday the wounds

Will subside

The hopes that 

 Someone will one day come 

And rescue me from the pain I now crave 

I will forever crave

Maybe one day, though

The urges will pass

I will move on

I will grow in my capacity to love

But not now

I think

As I stare at the blade on my

Bedside table

second poem

I think of the little girl

The small four year old child

Who was ashamed of nothing

But the comments she knew were said

Behind her back

I think of the little girl 

The small five year old child

Ashamed only of others perceptions of her

Running on the playground 

Only to then be

Crying into the dirt

I think of the little girl

The nine year old child

She thinks shes all grown

She cuts when she can’t comprehend 

When she can’t understand 

Only nine and already stained red

She doesn’t know why nothing works

She doesn’t know why things hurt

All she knows is that things get worse

Before they get better 

And she can certainly make things worse

I think of the little girl

The eleven year old child 

Slightly older

She can’t stop

She says she can but she lies

She has to move on 

Only 11 but feels the weight of the world on her shoulders 

The weight of everything she can’t shed

Only making things worse purposefully because

It’s better to fail and say you’re not trying

Than to fail when you truly are

I think of the little girl now

A thirteen year old child

She knows she will always just be a little girl

She uses the blood to cover up the things she wants no one to see

She hides in a cloak of pain and knives

She is ashamed only of everything 

She seals her wounds with superglue 

Her bleeding taped shut

She is unable to let go

“Promise me you will move on, squirt”

And it once again ends with her crying into the dirt

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if any of you wonderful humans are having a bad day, here’s some pictures of my cat beating up my danny devito pillow

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see, i feel like even numbers are good because they feel smooth and pretty, an odd numbers are more colorful and crunchy

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ok, but consider

alex briteman beetlejuice

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oh god

“what do you think would happen if you siphoned monster energy up your ass? like an enema?”

dear lord

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I'm using a grape to type this

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omg that’s so sweet dudee

I only have one (so far) but it counts

@hollowblvdcaust

really appreciate you man

reblog if you've made a good friend on tumblr.

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Wanna hear a funny joke?

*whispering in your ear*

balls

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see, somebody gets it

I find sh so beautiful

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Jack: so, the names weisel, huh? do ya know what we have in common, weisel?

weisel, so fuckin tired of him:

Jack: WEISEL NEWSPAPERS HAAAAAAAAAA *sprints off*

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my cat just took a record breaking shit

it was been referred to as the dump of 25

it was so bad my father left the house to get away from it

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HAPPY GAY TIME QUEERIOS