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Kiana Khansmith
Xuebing Du
titsay
Jules of Nature
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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cherry valley forever
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
occasionally subtle
#extradirty
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Janaina Medeiros
will byers stan first human second
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Love Begins
ojovivo
hello vonnie
Peter Solarz
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@darling-dopamine
Me and my gf think you are WAAAAY too cute ❤️❤️🤤🤤 we would love to get you high and have our way with you 🤭🤭 I can get you high while my gf kisses every inch of your body 😝😝😝 message us if you’re interested in something like this ❤️❤️❤️ my gf won’t stop talking about it 🙄😝😝
I miss you
I might miss you too but I have no idea who you are....
When are you free
I'm free pretty much always these days.
What have you been doing recently?
Trying to hover just above Rock bottom, it seems.
We should really hang out... I'm free on Friday nights..
Let's do it!!! I'm free most nights now, for a change. :-)
good morning.
Aaaaaand we're off.
take it easy :-)
Can I message you. You are, intriguing. I cant take my eyes off you.
Heh. Well thanks! I've definitely been called worse. 😉
Message anytime. I'm always up for meeting new people and good conversation. Thank you for asking, but there's no need. I hope I'm coming off as approachable as I really am.
RIP
give credit or ill come 2 ur house in a ski
Follow me on IG: @genocideforjenny
Did you write your bio? Reads legit a.f. ... On point, hella real...
I did not write it. they are lyrics to a song I identify with. I love to write though. It's usually 50/50 in this account, between lyrics and my own musings. Glad you liked though!
do you ever sit on your bed thinking why you are still alive? after all the overdoses, the cigarettes you smoke, the new drugs you tried? you’re still alive after all the alcohol, the accidents, the drawbacks. you live even if you destroy yourself every day, despite you are conscious of you actions. you are still fucking alive and you don’t even know why
TWEAKER NATION? Reblog to Reconnect The Ones Still Here!
Dear my fellow struggling/recovering addicts.
Its obvious tweaker nation is no longer is as strong as it once was. Even the founder won’t respond , and the tag is dead. So I’m creating this post in hopes we can find ACTIVE BLOGS and help one another once again. The one thing we all struggle with is disconnection whether it be from friends, family, life or even ourselves at times… We need each other . So lets find each other
“When I thought no one understood and refused to see I tried.
I found others in this world that shared the pain I feel inside ”
Active.. ✌
Active 🔫
Here
Herro :D
Active 😊
“Come fuck with me and get activated ”
I’m still here lol
Active
Am back 😂♀
Here, Porn/Drugs/ everything blog. Lol
Loco activo!
Active here! ✌ porn, clouds, contacts!
Active here as well
Active
Yup
Active
active again
Back at it
Yo! Where’s everyone at. I’ve been on this new blog for a minute after @heartsickchord was suspended, had 3k + followers and now it seems I’ve lost all contacts for good
Activeee
kookalamonga!!!
714 STanTon
👋🏼 present after a year long hiatus.
Active 😃
Still here. present and still not productive 😊
spinning out of control shouldn't be this easy.
sleep? what's that?
Insomnia with a side of migraine
Insomnia in love with silence. Manic step down, now at snails pace. Reality is blurred, coheartent thoughts unrecognizable and soon will cease to be.
There's a familiar someone inside, huddled in pain and trembling with hope. Hope for a moment when clarity is real, no facade, no mirage. The trembling comes from knowing the ordeal that lies ahead; calm before the storm...this is it. Sad but true, I force my shell along. How much further can I go? Already knowing the answer, sheer terror overwhelms.
How could I explain to someone who doesn't know? When you've split from yourself because you're no longer whole? Crossing fingers & remaining hopeful that the one inside my shell can make due; whilst the active violence takes it's toll on our psyche. And now you see, it's me locked inside, waiting for release. This new one that's active and walking free in my shell, all the while speaking in riddle and thinking in rhyme. Comprised of only chunks and pieces of me, chosen blindly and gathered in a rush, keeping pace as they eventually crumble. Now dust. She takes the raw collection. All minute and unbecoming. She does with what shes got. She fakes being me while making it look effortless. The effort is mine.
The longer this goes one, those pieces of me borrowed and sloppy, become tattered and torn; creating a new task for a shell with effort non-existing. Life is taxing exahusting and never done. Cares not if you've been depleted. All is moving, always moving. Please stop moving.
Have you ever become so distant from your very being that you're forced to question all?
Is this right?
Was that real?
What the fuck is going on?
Is it okay to be afraid?
Do these words make any sense?
Have I always been this way?
Am I alive?
Have I yet to exist?
Nightmare cradles all.
A welcome relief to realize, from experience what I already know. Soon I'll be back, fresh thoughts, feet planted, reaffirmed and ready to go.
