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*to the tune of Mike Posner's famous bars*

𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥

𝘪'𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵

𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘌𝘋 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘴 "𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘺"

𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘢𝘺 :)

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whenever i'm having a bad ARFID day, i always try to turn to my handy-dandy Safe Foods list!

▪ 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 (4) 𝘤𝘶𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘦

▪ 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘕𝘦𝘸𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 100𝘴

▪ 𝘮𝘢𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦

▪ 𝘴𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘺 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘱

▪ 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘱

▪ 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘧 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘧 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘢𝘸 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥. 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥.

▪ 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘹 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳 "𝘯𝘢𝘱"

▪ 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘦

▪ 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥

▪ 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘴𝘦

▪ 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘕𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢

▪ 𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘴

▪ 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘭𝘢. 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩

▪ 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘊𝘙𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘏 𝘊𝘙𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘏

▪ 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘸𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘵

▪ 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘨

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alright 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘈𝘓𝘙𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 y'all know what fuckin time it is

*pours eighth cup of coffee instead of making lunch*

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my brain: no eat. only full.

me: it doesn't work like that, buddy.

my brain: 𝘕𝘖 𝘌𝘈𝘛. 𝘖𝘕𝘓𝘠 𝘍𝘜𝘓𝘓.

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My ventral tegmental area to my hypothalamus: u can do it ! u can eat something ! :)

my hypothalamus: no thanks :)

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✨ TW: ED Rant✨

I'm seriously fine because I don't feel sick; except I've bitten my nails and lips until they're raw and bleeding and I'm constantly wracked w/ the shakes and my eyesight is becoming black amd fuzzy and I can't walk more than 6 feet without having to sit down to ride out the nauseating wave of vertigo, so maybe there is something wrong, but no no that can't be the case because if I WASN'T fine my body would start yelling at me to eat, sure I haven't really listened to that little voice regardless the last few times and sure, merely thinking of getting up and making anything outside of toast or cereal is so exhausting that it makes me curl up and cry, but I'm FINE. Seriously

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I haven't posted in a while, so....

here's some grass, it's 4/20 all month

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so guess who’s fuckin BACK. brand new sheila, brand new me, brand new faggotry so BUCKLE UP, shit’s boutta get WILD.

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psa: if someone calls u "porky" or smth because of ur weight, just know that by definition this makes you bacon, and everybody loves bacon

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Lemme tell you guys (all 3 of you) about the word “yowza.” It’s a very un-sexy word, let me assure you. It’s an ancient word, too. How many teens do you even hear say the word “yowza?”

Exactly, none.

Well, except for me, because I’m utterly lame and think I’m a “””memelord””” and say things like “cool beans” and “pupperino” and wear slated shades (you know the ones, the “frat boy on spring break” shades). Take a shot every time I use quotations marks by the way.

SO ANYWAYS. Set the scene: I’m walking down the hall with my equally as lame and outdated friends, when He walks by. Yes, I really saw Jesus - or the hot senior (FUCKBOY) equivalent of him. Anyways, we’ll call this senior Chris. No, Ethan. NO, Bryce. That’s a good fuckboy name, right? So Bryce, he’s hot, he’s walking down the hall, he’s wearing tight jeans. So me, being the typical gay asshole I am, whipped my phone out like I was fighting a pmsing Mrs. Dodds, and snapped a picture of that glorious backside on snapchat.

And the flash was on. And hey, the halls were dark. So Bryce noticed, of course, and turned around while I still had the phone held up. I tried to salvage the situation, but the damage was done. Thank God though - literally - he just smiled and said “caption that with “yowza” and I scuttled away like the hermit crab I not so secretly am.

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This was taken on 4/20, but i’m posting it now because i’m not #basic

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story time || i’m in a photography class at my high school, right? it’s what got my into this gig of making literally 0 buckaroos per hour, but i love it and hate myself, so here we are. ANYWAYS,, i had all my pics i took during that class on my school-issued mac book. shiny, beautific little number. loved her to death, named her sheila. loved sheila more than my deceased mother, right? she held all my sims 4 cc, fanart, and every episode aired of the office ever and she still ran like a DREAM. but i just so happened to be in a love triangle with my slime, roberto. he was about the color and consistency of nacho cheese, a real hunk if i do say so myself. i made roberto with my own blood, sweat and tears out of like glue and borax idk, and he was 👌👌. but. one fateful day, i was betrayed. I opened my backpack,,,and rOBERTO AND SHEILA WERE DOING THE UNSPEAKABLE *dun dun dun* so now there’s slime in my school computer and it won’t turn on anymore and my life (along w/ my fUCKING BACKPACK) is pretty much ruined with a capital WHY ME, so have this sushi pic while i go cry

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I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.

—From “Trees“ by Joyce Kilmer