gender fluid; all pronouns, please. lesbian; longing. a poet, writer, and hopeless romantic. chronically stressed
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Am I annoying? Yes
Do I give a fuck? Also yes I really am sorry about me all the time
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Supernatural never failed at its parallels




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Imagine you work at some fucking roadside diner in buttfuck nowhere and you have to wait a table with three dudes who aren't from around here and the guy with the long hair immediately pulls out his laptop with what looks like cult shit in the web browser and asks for your worst salad option, and the guy in the trenchcoat sniffs the pepper shaker and declares the molecules to be very sharp and the guy with the greenest eyes you've ever seen calls you sweetheart and then proceeds to engage with intimate eye contact with trenchcoat to a degree that is downright indecent and then orders the heart attack special on your menu and every time you walk past their table they're talking about that gruesome murder that happened in town and the pretty guy is feeding the trenchcoat guy fries while the hair guy talks about desecrating corpses
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long time no see, how is everyone? @iloveyapping @daystarpoet @toooster @until-my-teeth-fell-out @theodditylacey
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Am I crazy—did they change the icon for inbox/notifications?
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5'3
@ mutuals rb this w how tall you are i wanna know
i’m 4’11
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I have fallen deep into the hole of Equestria, be ready for pony-posting.
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Reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a Croissant (🥐).
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It's the end of the school day, so I was at my locker to fetch my things to go home when I opened it to be met face to face with this.

Nobody has said anything to me, I'm not talking to anyone in that way currently, and I mostly keep to myself. I only tell my friends my locker number, and that's for them to get snacks—so who left one. 😭 There is no name, no note, nothing. I have run through all the possibilities.
I'm so confused... thankful, but who?
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@theodditylacey @iloveyapping @daystarpoet @toooster @litrlymine777 @until-my-teeth-fell-out @glxsyymads @soft-likethesunset @thisfeelslike-iykyk
I just tagged everyone's tag that I can remember, so sorry if we don't talk/talk much and you think it's weird.
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The next time I grab my switch to go play Stardew Valley to decompress and distract myself, and it's dead, I'm going to kill myself.
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I found a journal entry from one I thought had long since been burned. It was from 2020.
Reading it is nothing short of devastating, to say the least. During my abuse, I had nobody to tell it to, but a journal—until one day, I walked in on my aunt reading it. She encouraged the SA I faced daily in that house, so I was punished harshly.
After that, I burned my journals and anything else that had my thoughts and feelings in physical form. It wasn't safe, even on paper.
What hurts the most is that I can still see the awkward child I was shining through the words.
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- "I always thought that if I were to start a journal that it'd be on the first day of the new year, and that it'd be about love and how much I love life.
- "but that's not the only problem. I've also been pretty down in the dumps, maybe even depressed. Somedays, I feel like I'm not good enough or interesting enough."
- "but I can't cry! I try and try to cry, so maybe I can let out some emotions. but all I manage to get out is a single tear."
- "and I can't tell any of my friends cause I'm so scared they'll treat me differently. Like a fragile piece of glass that'll shatter with one wrong move."
- "I have also started developing another problem. I've started thinking of myself as chubby. People say it's puberty, but I'm not so sure.. I've started thinking of how many calories I'm consuming, counting them. It makes me want to throw up."
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I miss the girl I used to be.
I wanted to have a 'sweet 16' like the girls on TV, like all the other girls—I wanted to grow up. I'll be 17 this year. My family did not celebrate my 16th birthday.
#child abuse#abuse vent#cw cocsa#cocsa vent#cocsa victim#cocsa survivor#past trauma#bpd awareness#bpd#bpd vent#actually bpd#ramcoa#cptsd vent#trauma vent#sa trauma#living with cptsd#spilled feelings#mental health#csa vent
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that's wonderful to hear? however, what do you mean by that? I haven't been up to date.
Long time, no chat! Just want to say that I love you!
ahhhhhh I love u to zero
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how have you been as of late?
Long time, no chat! Just want to say that I love you!
ahhhhhh I love u to zero
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I weighed myself today, and I weigh 84.6 pounds, I can't bring myself to eat despite how much I try.
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