Don’t ever let some wack ass hoes make you forget how crazy you are
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Don’t ever let some wack ass hoes make you forget how crazy you are
Tw: trauma dump
I hope the piece of shit that cut the brake lines on my bike suffers thoroughly for the rest of their fucking life.
I hope you’re happy knowing that you ruined my physical ability to fucking work, I hope you’re happy and enjoy stalking me and watching me be miserable; I hope my resulting health issues from everything you did to me really made you feel better. And yeah, I do blame you for the state my life is in now. If I was physically fucking able I’d be working myself into the ground, and I’d be happy to do it as long as it meant my animals and kids were well cared for and out of this mold covered, asbestos floored, nicotine stained shit hole i live in. I’m trying to figure out how to sell more of the handful of Pokémon cards I wanted to keep for myself, because my cat has a fucking respiratory infection that I can’t take her to the vet for because I’m financially fucking destitute.
I hope you can find solace in the fact I’m miserable, uncared for, isolated, bitter, and fucking angry.
I hope when this cancer kills me you walk into my funeral and choke on all the half assed tears of people present to support my poor, poor parents who couldn’t be fucking bothered to be parents, instead of grieving me- a relative they never bothered to keep in touch with.
I know you’ll never fully repay everything you stole from me, but do me one good thing if you’ve ever done any- when I die, CashApp my mom so she can pick up my ashes since I can’t be buried. My grandmothers ashes sat at the crematory for a week while everyone scraped money together to get her back.
I don’t care what gets done with them, no one(you included) has ever seemed to care about the boundaries I set about my body so I’m not going to waste the mental energy of thinking up something poetic to have done with them.
Here’s your smidgen of attention.
Are you happy now?
𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌.
𝔸𝕟 𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕊𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕥…🍂🍄🟫🍲
First of all-
Who gave you the security clearance to show up in my dreams?
Yes, Crystal power
Garlands of ivy, both stenciled and real, create a garden theme in a guest room.
Country Living’s Country Look and How to Get It, 1991
The fact alone that Nolan casted a Greek to speak Greek but to be perceived as "barbarian language" by Odysseus and his crew, who spoke in perfect English, that needed a translator to understand him, is next level of disrespect never seen before in Hollywood towards Greeks and it needs to be discussed more
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𝔞 𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔪𝔫
your PC is at risk!
If you’ve ever seen me wearing a dress in a domestic setting- no you have not.
🔫
I love characters who people look at and say, “They’re a terrible person.”
But when you look a little closer, the truth is something more like:
“I became the monster I needed to survive, and somewhere along the way, I forgot there was supposed to be a way back.”
The lies. The cruelty. The control. The emotional distance. The violence. The instinct to hurt first before anyone gets the chance to hurt them.
Not because they were born wanting to be terrible.
But because, somewhere along the way, being terrible felt safer than being vulnerable.
And now they have to figure out whether they can survive without becoming the person they needed to be.
Those are my favorite kinds of characters. 🖤
Vampirism as a metaphor for homosexuality.
Lycanthropy as a metaphor for being transgender.
Fae as a metaphor for neurodivergence.
Ghosts as a metaphor for trauma.
Make sure when you envision the ghosts of my former selves you take the rose colored glasses off and view Me in Technicolor
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