woahhh who is this horny little bitch?
Cause no way that shit is meâŠright?
wtf bro was kind of drug was I possibly on?!?!
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woahhh who is this horny little bitch?
Cause no way that shit is meâŠright?
wtf bro was kind of drug was I possibly on?!?!
Does anyone else just want to go home so very badly, but you donât have a home or anywhere or anyone that feels safe enough to call home.
bro talking abt âto feel her hands wrapped around meâ
but how abt we feel MY hands wrapped around MY NECK CUZ I CANT DO TS NO MORE
Am i getting sadder? yes.
Am i getting skinnier? also yes.
#stayyoungho
#skinnybitchesloveme
#hipsofagoddessandthewaistofbitch
I was clean for 10 monthsâŠ10 months gone.
I wish I could regret it.
if you could ignore everything abt me then im actually perfect
sometimes I hate my Tumblr cause it feels like Iâm talking to a brick wall, but thatâs also why I love it.
Trust me guys ik it's not realistic to be good at something at the get go, but I don't want to write anymore.
Iike I feel like it doesn't matter what I write it's going to be absolute dog shit and have officially lost interest to write.
I want to write so bad ik my writing will only get better if I keep writing but I'm not getting that release from it cause ik how dog shit it is, I can't be proud of it no matter how hard I try.
But God I miss writing, it used to be my favorite thing ever. I hate how illiterate I've become, I hate my brain nd I hate my mh for getting so bad.
That feeling of being told something you love nd one of the few things you were good at doing is now ass nd that it won't get better any time soon makes me hate wanting to try at all.
I miss the things I love and I hate myself for not being able to do it again
I don't think people understand how much I loved writing.
I posted something yesterday about how I found a book from two or three years ago, and I had written a bunch of stuff in it and I had posted it here.
And then I decided to take it down and decided to turn it into three separate pieces of writing and sort of make a new and improved version.
But Iâm scared shitless cause I havenât written in so long, and I was not very good at writing. ïżŒ
Bpd is fucking horrid.
I could be the love of your life that you would want to heal for and do better for, yet ur brain chooses to deem me as a threat. Is it because I won uno one too many times? Your brain chooses to rip apart every shred of love you have for me.
I'm aware it doesn't matter if you know I care, I'm sorry I felt threatened by you enough to want to win. I hate how you made me feel about myself, but this isn't about me. I know that there is genuinely nothing you can do, your feelings will fade till you feel nothing. I don't want you to "Just heal" I just want you to SHOW me that you want to try, that you are trying.
Trust me I know what a bad day is.
I know you asked me to stay away. I know you told me it was your personal space and that you don't want me to see it for this very reason, but I can't help it. I want nothing more than to respect your decision, because I respect you, but I just couldn't help it.
You need not worry, I'll leave you be. I too am tired.
I pray you will never find this anywhere near now, for I fear you just might hate me forever.
-Love yours truly, Peaches
i hate when there's people in public areas
Fuck ts iâm cutting him off for goodâŠ..unless he can give me a reason he wants to stayâŠ.which he def wonât cuz he dgaf.
FUCK MY FUCKING CHUGUS LIFE
Cinderella with an F
Somewhere between you and me, I put myself in your shoesâsqueezing my feet to fit until blood trickles down; just to feel how your glass cuts.
Walking must burn; despite this, you remain upright. I wonder how such violence can shape such a kind heart. Selfishly, I pray you live longer than you ought to. I have already prepared purple flowers for your special dayâmy star shone brightest, and then it faded.
Somewhere between you and me, I put myself in your shoesâand worry you end up as I did. You may scream and thrash, and hurl your pain upon me; feeling forever grateful, my heart soars. For I am certain loneliness is what wore me away.
Must you forgive me? I beg to God someday you will find such peace, such love, that you will choose to live again.
If you do not, I am still waiting here, my sweet. If your soles ache, I will wear your shoes occasionally. Lean on me; I am bound by promise to be your pillar. And should you ever leave, purple flowers will decorate your rest, blossoming their brightest, knowing they have been waiting for someone just as you.
Somewhere between you and me, I put myself in your shoesâdid I mention? I love you too.
I love you too, i cried reading this đđ«¶đ»
I slept so much istg, iâm sleeping 12 hoursâŠbut the wrong 12 hours of the dayâŠ.
Tune in on june 16th for âreturn of the peachesâ the sequel!! Ladies and gents and everything and everyone in between itâs going to be a mediocre show đđđœđđđœ
also social isolation is not as bad as I thought it would beâŠ.im kinda happy here, i might never go back to socializing or talking to people ever again.
bye bye to my loved ones and my lovely moots as i return to the fascinating depths of the shadows.
*Moves melodramatically back into the shadows*
"confide in adults" THEY'RE THE FUCKING PROBLEM
GUYS I PASSED MY EXAMS
I DID IT. EVERYTHING I DID THIS YEAR, ALL THE EFFORT WAS NOT ON VAIN. i did it. iâm so proud of myself.