why don't u show me the little bit of spine you've been saving for his mattress, love
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My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.
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I think I'm a monster fucker because I am comforted by the idea that someone could be just as if not more destructive and vile as I am and still loving me
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⋆˚🔪ྀིྀི if you’ve got a taste for terror… take Nina to the prom 🩸⋆༺👑💐
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Non-major twink death
I tried out new brushes and I really like them, might be a permanent small art style change
SCROLL FOR SCARY UNRENDERED VERSION😟😥😥😥😥
Creepypasta in the big 25
Rendering does a lot to a man
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The yearner urge to love and be loved by someone so much that even the most mundane task feels like heaven with them
#was missing my ex at the laundromat#i started crying and went outside to breathe#i went to the gas station across the street and the cashier looked just like him#and sounded like him#he asked if i was okay and he said it in the exact way HE wouldve#and i just started crying and left lmao
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It's the day after graduation and I feel so weird. I just realized I graduated and that I'm done with that phase of my life forever. It's weird because I keep expecting things to make a drastic change and suddenly snap and feel different but I don't. I still feel like me the day before I graduated. I still feel like me when I found out I'd be graduating a year early. I still feel like me when I didn't think I'd make it out of spohmore year. Or freshman year. Or 6th grade. Or 3rd. But I did. I made it out. Things don't feel different. I'm not suddenly an adult or anything. I'm still 16 eating pizza rolls in my room at 2 am. But maybe the difference is that I don't have to worry about school the next morning. And I don't have to go to bed at night thinking I'm not going to make it out of high school.
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To me being depressed is like God handed me a bowl of rabbit shit and raisins and blindfolded me and told me to eat them and I know most of it is rabbit shit and every single pick so far has been rabbit shit but I know there is a raisin in there and it wi be the best raisin I've ever had and that's the only reason I keep eating the rabbit shit
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There is a thief somewhere in me. I know because I find many things missing that I know I should have had. Memories that should be there. I know I was meant to have friends and have these memories but they are not there. There was a version of me at some point. Who was not so picked clean of happiness and joy and freedom. He's somewhere in this head, with all its holes and gaps. And when I see others whom the Thief has not targeted, I must admit I'm a little envious. They didn't spend days in bed, begging for the Thief to steal their breath.
One day I will kill this Thief. He will pick me bare and bleed me dry but with my final fighting actions I will destroy him. I will tear him apart. I know it. I will be free.
#poetry#writers of tumblr#this is about a lot of things i cant really place a pin on what exactly im referring to#i hope this resonates with someone
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