#Clusterfuk

[lynnswirld]

How ironic is it to have this billboard standing north bound on I 77🤬

a sad state of affairs! 🤬

[somedudewithantlers]

he has adopted a dragon

[jasam-phoenix-dragon]

I just need jasam back together because jason is with the person who he has seen as a sister for the past 2 decades and sam is with her ex's son - like bro if her baby with sonny had lived she'd currently be getting it on with her child's step brother 🤮. It's all incredibly nauseating. I want off this train pls.

[saltwukong]

Volume 6 Chapter 3 aka the episode that not only made me glad Sun Wukong is gone, but made me hope he never comes back.

[mrfoox]

I miss creating stuff... I used to do so much when I think about it..

[fujosh1dreamer]

Excuse me-

What was this episode???!!? I've never had such a clusterfuk of emotions before!!!

I was not ready for a sad, happy, angsty combo. I almost died.

Firstly Hooty is Mvp

Next. I thought seeing King upset about his dad was gonna be the saddest part of this episode... Ha

I was wrong- the stuff with Eda was much worse.

We got to see her dad. At first I was like oh yeah... Then I was like oh no.

Ay least it can't get any worse

Ha right? Wrong!!! Did you ask for a Raeda break up scene because I sure didn't. And I still don't, take it back! I hate it. It hurts.

I was sure it was gonna be just a sad angsty episode but then... We get harpie Eda. Also king has powers. And im like wait that's awesome!!!

Then we get a bunch of Lumity angst and im of course crying with Hooty.

But then the greatest thing happens

It's canon!!! Omg we won!!!

I can't breath-

And then we get this cliff hanger...

I can't handle the emotional whiplash.

Im tired.

[wheniwrite28]

The relationship with spn is so weird, it has the highest of highs with 15x18 and lowest of lows 15x19. You just don’t know what will happen and who would have thought that I would look forward to this clusterfuk with bated breathe, 15x20 and😅

Also, this feels like Schrodingers��� Cas, if he is there, all good, if not, where the fuck is Cas?

[kbrock9146]

Saw one of those posts on here asking people to put down the meaning of their first, middle and last names together in order, to see if they would make any sense.... And I decided to give it a try with mine, to see what clusterfuk the three meanings would make....

What I came up with was the following:

"From the meadow of the royal fortress, the one with most favor and grace; coming from the wooded land of the badger."

Uh.... OK, I guess. A lot is going on with that meaning, especially involving tracts of land apparently for some reason. But that does at least explain why there are three badgers on my family crest....

[redneckangelsdrinkmoonshine]

Norman Reedus really be busting his ass out there, trying to make a serious character out of Daryl.

And what did we do to help him?

Create gifs of Daryl's ass whenever he's bending/crouching down.

Make memes out of scenes that are supposed to be depressing.

Give him a freaking pet turle called Anthony.

Literally make him Rick's puppy. (I blame Andrew Clusterfuk himself, he said in one interview that Daryl doesn't need a dog because he's already Rick's dog and he actually called him "Puppy Dog Reedus".)

Turn him into an actual LGBT+ icon. (I don't care about the Carol and Daryl spin-off, If there's sexual/romantic content between these two imma pretend it doesn't exist because Daryl is literally ace.)

Worship how P U R E he is : NO ORDER

*trots to Carol like a happy puppy with his beautiful Cherokee rose in an empty beer bottle*

*pats Rick on the tummy because he kinda wants a hug but he's never gonna hug him because he's nobody's bitch*

"Don't worry about yer man, Imma keep an eye on him." *watches Carl with eyes filled of love and affection but otherwise looks tough *

*immediately leaves the others to deal with the walkers and LUNGES himself at the walker that's on top of Rick because that stupid asshole prisoner didn't do as told.*

"You can't see yeseelf, but he can." *goes against his own rules and wastes water to make sure Rick cleans the blood off his face so Carl doesn't have to see his father like that then tries to reassure Rick that he's still the best man ever™*

"No reason ya should do all this heavy lifting." "I don't see us throwin' haymakers at each other anytime soon." "Rick's done alright by me." "... It's what we do." "You're family too." "Nah. You only see the mistakes. What I see is that, when shit gets tough... You're standing there with the shovel." "*to Joe* You want blood? I get it. Take it from me." "I'd die for you." "*after Rick told him he's never asked anyone to follow him* I know... Maybe you should've." - basically Daryl simping for Rick from season two

*takes deep breaths and tries not to whimper too loudly when Rick tells him they're brothers*

*his small, innocent, childlike voice asking Carol why she left after they're reunited in season seven*

*the Caryl hugs in season 5,7 and 10*

*sees Rick in s7, tries to give him a simple "What's up?" nod then bows his head and doesn't give a shit about embarrassment as he MELTS in Rick*

*his adorable hugs with Michonne and Tara and also the WHOLESOME kiss he plants on Michonne's cheek as they pull away*

*the small smile on his face when he sees the Glenn drawing*

*Uncle Daryl sitting next to Judith as they throw r o c k s*

*Daddy Daryl being protective of Lydia and glaring at Aaron when he calls him out on it*

*THROWBACK, the look on Daryl's face when Aaron tells him he's a nice man and the soft, sweet "I'll hunt ya rabbits." *

Simping for how iconic he actually is :

Daryl : *walks*

Us: WALK WALK FASHION BABY -

-

Daryl : *takes out the knives*

Us: *mimicking his actions* YES, SLIT HIS THROAT

-

Daryl : *cries*

Us : *s o b b i n g ™*

And you know what? There's nothing wrong with any of it. Why? Because like Norman himself said times and times over, "They're my people." And he's right. We're always gonna be his people.

[ugh100xxx]

My blog is just clusterfuk

[shadowdianne]

I adore to love you; even if I don’t like you (SQ thingie)

In order to make the clusterfuk I’ve made with @emettkaysworld‘s prompt more readable... Here is every part I already have written together. The next part will be posted tomorrow. 

Don’t give me one-sided unrequited love, give me two-sided unwanted love. Both sides are deeply in love with the other and both sides are like ‘fuck, really?? them??? really?’

“You are in love with her.”

The first time Emma heard those words she bared her teeth and refused to answer to it, the shattering sound of the toaster she had been destroying minutes prior as it fell into the wooden floor of the small apartment answer enough for her roommates big, round eyes. She wasn’t in love, she thought, anger running through her veins as she left the screwdriver on top of the kitchen counter; completely livid.

Running her hand down her hair, she shot a quick grim look towards Mary Margaret, thinking briefly on the romance novella the woman seemed to devour on her free time and wishing to be meaner, to be able to be scathing and tell her roommate how she wasn’t a character from those stories, plain, simple and bland.

“I’m not.” She replied curtly. Because, truly, she wasn’t. She had known Regina for less than a month and everything she really wanted to do to her was to show her she meant her words about staying. For Henry. For herself even as it was becoming abundantly clear to her she needed to start keeping promises to a child she didn’t know had existed a few weeks before. Even if it was only because of the quickly sinking realization that she cared about the kid in a way she had never felt prepared to feel.

The fact that she also wanted to rip one of those power suits the brunette seemed to be charmed by from the woman’s body and fuck her on any nearest surface available was a different problem entirely. One she planned to take care as soon as she was free enough to take her car and go to the nearest town if she needed; consequences be damned.

She didn’t say Mary Margaret that, of course. She didn’t want to explore her feelings on that matter as the sweet brunette kept asking on why or how it wasn’t possible for Emma to feel any kind of positive feeling regarding Regina. And so, when Gold sauntered on the apartment any trace of that conversation was completely forgotten.

“You want to sleep with her.”

The first time Regina heard those words they were said by a slightly amused Kathryn and she growled at them, not as amused and certainly not as entertained as the woman who had ended up being what she would have called her “confidant” back in a world made of intrigues and magic.

Because the blonde was wrong, awfully wrong. She did not want to sleep with the wretched woman that had entered into her town, putting a set of cogs into motion that shouldn’t have been able to move to begin with. And even if she did, she relented before taking a sip of cider that felt far too bitter on the back of her throat, she would only do it in order to wipe the awful smirk from her lips.

“You like her.”

The second time Emma heard the words they were less warm, more cutting and she rose her chin stubbornly as she helped Regina to stand, the chill air of midmorning seeming to seep from the windows that casted the sheriff’s office with far too bright light. She didn’t glance at Regina as she stared at her parents, not even when she felt a squeeze on her hand before the brunette let her hand go, eyes downcast and lips pressed tightly together.

Because it was a stupid idea, an idea she wasn’t even going to entertain. She had made a promise to Henry. One she fully intended to follow no matter where it lead her and so she stood tall and proud against the people that now seemed to be her parents. Parents that had left her at the side of a road, stuck in a world that would grow to be hers.

And yet when she shook her head and refused to acknowledge the words she felt a tug inside of her, one that made her groan inwardly. She was going to save Regina, and nothing, not even Snow White’s deluded ideas, would make her think twice about the fact that when Regina had stared at her with nothing but loss on her eyes she had wanted to push her even harder against the supply closet’s wall, asking, demanding more of her than a simple broken nod.

And so, they walked, hoping to find a way to defeat the wraith.

“You care for her.”

The third time Emma heard the words coming from Snow she simply let the door of the dinner close behind her, briefly glancing outside, at the retreating form of Regina as the brunette looked inside on final time, tiredness marring her features in a way that made her blink quickly, realizing she had been caught staring before simply walking way the slightly drunken woman that kept on telling her she was her mother.

It was stupid, she thought, picking a glass of her own, the burn on her cheeks still present from where she had smiled at Regina earlier when the brunette had walked inside the dinner with something so close to “hope” written on her eyes that Emma had wondered for the first time how a younger version of the brunette would have been. She didn’t care for Regina, not like Snow seemed to be so intent on making it look.

The fact that her feelings regarding wanting to fuck Regina up her office desk had kept swirling on her brain a tiny tidbit she didn’t intend on sharing with anyone. Not even with Ruby who had already heard her complaining about the insanely hot woman enough times to glare at her with something close to pity and amusement.

And so, she scooted closer to Henry and hugged him, the gentle hum she had been feeling ever since Cora had sunk her fingers on her chest growing stronger for a moment before settling back down.

“You trust her.”

The second time Regina heard something to related to Emma Swan in that regard she paled and stood proudly in front of her mother as the woman glanced down at her, the coldness of her tone a menacing one Regina seemed to still not have forgotten, a jerk-reaction her muscles had still to unlearn. And she wanted to laugh at the simple notion of her trusting the blonde, of her thinking of her as anything other than a nuisance.

A nuisance who had invited her to a party before coming to her home and telling that Henry, her precious prince, wasn’t hers. A nuisance that had stared at her with kindness and warmth only to scream at her, angry and furious because of something Regina knew she hadn’t done. A nuisance that had looked at her on that godforsaken well with something close to relief before staring at her, the word “murderer” written down on every speck of blue and green her eyes seemed to be made of.

Because no, she didn’t trust Emma Swan, she couldn’t and wouldn’t fall for that trap. And so, she waited patiently until her mother’s magic retracted back again, the tendrils satisfied as her magic did not react to them, did not rise nor bristle at the mention of the blonde woman. With a hum she moved back to the doorway of the room both she and her mother were standing in, the reflex of clasping a ring that she didn’t have fastened around her neck anymore brief and short.

She did not trust Emma Swan. She couldn’t trust the woman with a file report. She did not trust her and will not trust her with something as stupid as secrets full of a mother who had molded every piece of who she had ended up transforming into.

No, she did not.

“You want her.”

The fourth time Emma was presented with that idea she found herself wanting to punch Hook’s smug face as strong as she was able to, hot tears beginning to build-up on her eyes as she felt for Regina, for the woman who had stared at her with nothing but openness and pain as she tried to contain a magic that was about to devour them all.

Because this, the feeling she felt on her chest wasn’t close to even the idea of “want”. Because the man that was standing in front of her had worked with the ones who had strapped Regina to a table, electricity still high on the air if Snow’s recollection of what was happening was true. And she knew it to be true in the same way she knew that there was no chance, no possible positive outcome, for the brunette who had asked them to go, giving up everything as she tried to contain a trigger that was, by default, unstoppable. Because wanting Regina was just an idiotic notion. One that made her want to scream and use her newfound magic to do something, anything.

And it was perhaps that flash of anger, of numbing fury, what made her turn and gasp. Because it was stupid to even think about what or why those feelings, those words, kept being directed at her when she, maybe, could save Regina in a way that still rung too close to the idea of Savior the people around her still tried to pair her up with. And yet, she realized, she did not care for titles or pedestals. Not when Regina could very well survive and tell her how much she loathed her, how much she felt her utterly detestable.

And so, she run.

“You can’t lose her.”

The third time such idea entered Regina’s mind it did not came from anyone but her own mind as she approached the tottering edge of the ship with fury crackling above them all and rain falling upon any surface of the hull, the dagger-like freezing drops not helping her or the anguish muffled scream that came out of her lips.

And she wanted to laugh at herself the moments those words appeared on her mind because it couldn’t be true. It simply couldn’t and as such she stared as Charming jumped out of the ship with the same kind of maniac glint Snow had at her side, the idea of losing Emma just as jarring, just as terrifying.

It was stupid, ludicrous yet she sighed in relief as David appeared with Emma’s body between his arms, pale cheeks clammy and clattering when the blonde was finally brought to the ship.

“You need to tell her how you feel.”

The fifth time such idea was spoken was the fourth her mother toyed with it and Emma could only glance at the sky above them, waiting for the curse to float towards them any minute now. Tiredness shagging her shoulders, she casted a glare towards the brunette woman and remained silent until Snow sighed and hugged her tightly, tears staining her eyes when she moved backwards, chin wobbly and color withdraw from her face.

Because there was nothing to be said, Emma thought. Nothing to be said to the woman who stupidly, so so stupidly, was about to watch them walk away from a town Emma was just starting to learn to consider it home. Because she had nothing to say to a woman who saw potential and power on her even at the darkest of times. Because there was nothing to admit and she would never dare to say anything to a woman that was eyeing her with something close to despair. Because there was nothing to realize to a woman who whispered her name the first time she opened her eyes, a plan forming on the back of brown pupils, crazed and tinted with purple sparks.

Because… they were already gone, a ghost of an actual hug around her shoulders and magic clouding her memories until Regina was nothing but a shadow on her dreams for a year.

“You miss her.”

Regina wanted to cackle at that, at the fact that she knew who Snow was referring to without even asking for confirmation and for a moment, a moment too long, she considered on simply using her magic to mute the damned woman, using the loss she felt as the only weapon she had left alongside with her still beating heart.

Because no, of course she did not miss Emma. She couldn’t miss the damned woman, the woman she had trusted with her son. Their son. Because no, she couldn’t be feeling something like that, because Daniel was dead, and Cora was dead, and her father was dead and every part of herself that had cared and loved was deeply hidden beneath Henry’s memories. The ones she now shared with a green-eyed woman who would never know that there was someone, realms away, crying from the loss of something that hadn’t even begun.

Spurring on her horse, she left the woman behind her, approaching as she did to the back of the one and only Robin Hood.

She did not miss Emma Swan.

And her words were lies, but she didn’t even care.

“You loved her.”

Emma had already stopped counting the times she had been faced with a similar statement, but she actually winced at Henry’s keen eyes, at the way the teen eyed her from above the game they both had been playing for the past hour, Storybrooke’s dim light already gone from the window’s glass. The kid was staring at her with the glance Emma hadn’t know why it had made her narrow her eyes and think of a woman she knew was merely on her dreams. Now that she knew, she could only laugh softly at that detail, merely pushing buttons blindly as she saw the life her character grew slimmer on the red bar displayed on the screen.

It could be a good cover-up, she mussed inwardly. But not one she was open to try. Not even for the kid, no matter how confused he must feel, trapped in a town he didn’t remember, surrounded by people who looked at him as if they knew a secret he didn’t. She hadn’t loved Regina Mills. Not by a long shot. She had been insufferable, caring, strict, amazing and she really felt her very insides about to melt with the input of magic she had forgotten she owned, buzzing beneath her fingertips with every time she ended up thinking about the brunette who had approached her with something close to awe back at Granny’s diner.

It didn’t matter, she said as she remained still, so still that Henry eventually sighed and kept playing a glare of warning the las thing he shot at her: the same aversion at lies still ingrained on his psyche.

And so she watched her character died, not moving until Henry muttered a succinct “whatever” that scorched her insides.

“She is your weakness.”

Zelena sounded delighted at that idea and Regina gritted her teeth at that, at the fact her apparently idiotic half-sister could look at Emma and see nothing more but a way of hurting her. Just like Mother had done, just like she had been taught to do.

She even felt a pang of guilt at the lack of her heart, something she knew was completely impossible and still made her pause as she eyed the grin on the red-heads face. Because no, Emma wasn’t her weakness, Emma was the woman who proved time and time again that she was awfully stubborn, unable to hear or follow any kind of order and just so intrinsically good that made Regina seethe and growl at the very same idea of pushing her on the idea of magic, of that very same thing that had destroyed her beyond repair.

Because Emma was just the woman with who she had made the arrangement of caring for Henry. Because Emma was the woman who had admitted thinking about returning back to New York and that actually made her head swirl, the ghost of a hand on her empty chest making her snarl. Because she still could remember the days when desire, when sex, was the easy take on a convoluted answer. Because under any circumstance Emma Swan made her weak.

Not now, not ever.

“You want her close.”

It was the second time Snow looked at Regina as if she knew something the brunette didn’t, and Regina felt a scream bubbling inside of her as she stared at the general direction Emma had stormed off, vestiges of her magic floating in the air, embedded into her skin. She did not wish to help the woman, she did not wish to see her face nor talk to her. Tired, frozen as she was in place. She did not intend to forgive Emma because that would mean admitting an ugly truth she didn’t even want to process. She did not want to speak or admit that she missed the blonde.

Because the woman’s magic wasn’t, shouldn’t be her problem and yet her skin was on fire at the touch of the woman’s power; deep and strong and with a potential Regina felt drawn to no matter the amount of time it passed ever since Emma had come to her home, claiming she had such ability.

She would not, and she did not. Walking away in a hurry and a plume of purple that got lighter each day it passed.

“You want her safe”

Emma didn’t even think on answer that dignified the question, stupid, entirely stupid and pointless as she walked from corner to corner of an apartment that felt asfiaxting each second it passed without her knowing where Regina was. And yet, when she glanced at her parents she needed to bite down on her tongue because of course, of course she wanted Regina safe and away from the people that made her eyes darken worriedly, a shadow of a past both of them knew close, far too close, glimmering on those brown eyes.

Because of course she would want Regina away from Maleficient cunning eyes; away from that aura of something that made her skin prick and crawl. Because of course she wanted her away from a path that was going to lead her to nothing but ashes. Because of course she wanted an answer of why, why, she hadn’t been informed of such an idiotic idea. Because of course she wanted her safe.

And, precisely because of that she did not even thought twice about a conversation that had happened year ago on that very same apartment, a toaster on the floor and anger coloring her words. Because it was pointless and stupid and of course she cared. It was impossible not to as overbearing, as maddening as Regina was.

“You need her.”

Emma closed her eyes at Snow’s words as she eyed both her and David, the idea of needing Regina as she tried to follow a track of yet another person of her past seemingly connected with her destiny dizzying enough to even consider her mother’s idea of her needing Regina at her side.

Because she didn’t need her. And yet she wanted her. And that itself was idiotic and pathetic and not the best idea to follow. Not with Robin lost in the middle of the nowhere they were going to quickly walk in. Not with Cruella’s death hanging so close around her neck, like a noose slowly draining her of any kind of energy and reasoning. Because it didn’t matter, not right now, the fact that she truly hoped to be able to spend time with Regina’s thoughts. Because she didn’t, couldn’t even possibly think on needing her, on wanting her close. And yet her fingers burnt hotly with magic that swirled and grew inside of her, running through her veins, electrifying her body, making her stumble.

Oh, much she wanted her.

[ambassadorofneet]

bitch send the selfie, i aM CURIOUS

bish you don’t need that clusterfuk, have some hip pics of queen sally♥

-sally

[moondonky]

Time

My jobs kinda fun, if ur crazy or dyslexic or sum shit lol, all about time,, schedules, what's first, and color which i find ironic, as much as I paint and sand and mask cars,, what I actually do, what can be stressfull, is organize clusterfuks,, how efficiently can i run cars through the booth, in many ways organizing time, not every car is ready, but will be,, the cars never stop, they build up, everyday, there is no time for mistakes.. my job is running a paint department, also painting the cars, and prepping,, I was an apprentice for ten years under a few different painters, in different types of shops, and each one taught me alot,, with all of them at one point or anouther, kinda tellin,, is the hardest part is staying calm, take a breath when u run into problems, don't get frustrated, cuz whatever u messed up ull make worse.. painting cars is a perfect example of learning from your mistakes, thats what they taught,, what causes mistakes.. those are painter secrets, its a very u gotta earn it kinda trade.. the standard is very high... it's one of the few jobs left where you are rewarded for ur skill and the effort u put in, how hard u work.. it's a way out of the trenches for sum willing to go for it.. cuz u can make 200k painting cars.. if ur good at it lol and at the right shop.. ain't that sum shit, there's cars everywhere and everyone gets into wrecks,, in many ways I'm set, cuz I'll never forget how to paint fucking cars, I have a spray gun tatted into the palm of my hand lol.. fuckin wild, alot of men keeping themselves and there families safe and fed.. the prayer of men.

[havinganormalone]

I'm never running a zine with applications ever again. It's either friend only, all inclusive, or invite projects. The application period takes so much time and effort. Like a minimum of 20 hours grading and judging and discussing applications, and half the time one of the other mods just votes for their friends or it's a huge clusterfuk. And all it does is hurt people's feelings. What's the point?

[mentalhousrecords]

Rabbit Hole Album:

My name is Maison Haffie, Otherwise known as HOUSE.

I create and produce social media content as well as perform my art forms professionally well maintaining MentalHouse Records and MaiMaiProductions. This album holds a great deal of emotion behind it. I have struggled with mental health for as long as I can remember and addiction for the last eight years of my life. Though, I am still standing. Sober and more sure of myself then I have ever been. I now know what it feels like to almost lose everything, To hit rock bottom and to feel the pain yet ecstasy of climbing your way back to the top,

I have come to find that life truly is what you make it, No one is stopping you but yourself, You are the only person that can make a real change in your own life, People will truly try to hurt you purely because they can, But it’s up to you whether or not you let them, I have learned what it means to lose your mind then find your way back to reality, In other words, To fall down that “Rabbit Hole” then have to claw your way back out. I have come to find that I am stronger then I could have ever imagined,

That there is a higher power far beyond our understanding, And your past truly does not define you. It is never too late, To make it a great day, No matter your life circumstances. I have learned love is far more powerful than hate, And nothing is more important than those you consider family. I now understand that everything you are and ever could be can be taken away from you at any moment,

So live every day like it is your last, Because it really might be. It is hard to admit, But 2019 almost put me in a grave or worse, But it seems 2020 still has hope. I encourage you to never give up on your dreams. To smile when it’s hard, Because life is hard, But your smile might be what another needs to make it threw their day, And in my eyes, That makes every day worth living for.

Remember, You are beautiful, loved, and worth it. You really are 1 in 400Trillion. So, Shine on you crazy diamond.

Thank you all for your support, I love and appreciate every single one of you. XOXOXO

A special shout out to my Mommy, Without you, I don’t think I would have ever found my way back home, From my trip among the stars.  -Maison Haffie/HOUSE

Album Songs:

1. Rabbit Hole Prologue

2. Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang

3. What Do I Do

4. Diagnosed Bipolar

5. Make Me Your Queen

6. Routine

7. Clusterfuk

8. Wicked Home

9. She Says His Laugh Is Fake

10. Rabbit Hole

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[maimaiproductions]

Rabbit Hole Album:

My name is Maison Haffie, Otherwise known as HOUSE.

I create and produce social media content as well as perform my art forms professionally well maintaining MentalHouse Records and MaiMaiProductions. This album holds a great deal of emotion behind it. I have struggled with mental health for as long as I can remember and addiction for the last eight years of my life. Though, I am still standing. Sober and more sure of myself then I have ever been. I now know what it feels like to almost lose everything, To hit rock bottom and to feel the pain yet ecstasy of climbing your way back to the top,

I have come to find that life truly is what you make it, No one is stopping you but yourself, You are the only person that can make a real change in your own life, People will truly try to hurt you purely because they can, But it’s up to you whether or not you let them, I have learned what it means to lose your mind then find your way back to reality, In other words, To fall down that “Rabbit Hole” then have to claw your way back out. I have come to find that I am stronger then I could have ever imagined,

That there is a higher power far beyond our understanding, And your past truly does not define you. It is never too late, To make it a great day, No matter your life circumstances. I have learned love is far more powerful than hate, And nothing is more important than those you consider family. I now understand that everything you are and ever could be can be taken away from you at any moment,

So live every day like it is your last, Because it really might be. It is hard to admit, But 2019 almost put me in a grave or worse, But it seems 2020 still has hope. I encourage you to never give up on your dreams. To smile when it’s hard, Because life is hard, But your smile might be what another needs to make it threw their day, And in my eyes, That makes every day worth living for.

Remember, You are beautiful, loved, and worth it. You really are 1 in 400Trillion. So, Shine on you crazy diamond.

Thank you all for your support, I love and appreciate every single one of you. XOXOXO

A special shout out to my Mommy, Without you, I don’t think I would have ever found my way back home, From my trip among the stars.  -Maison Haffie/HOUSE

Album Songs:

1. Rabbit Hole Prologue

2. Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang

3. What Do I Do

4. Diagnosed Bipolar

5. Make Me Your Queen

6. Routine

7. Clusterfuk

8. Wicked Home

9. She Says His Laugh Is Fake

10. Rabbit Hole

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https://soundcloud.com/user-966193811

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