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Sade Olutola
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Cosimo Galluzzi
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@theartofmadeline
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@jumpherb0nes
me, as a spy: ok gotta be quiet gotta be sneaky my joints: *crack*
the new and improved ouija board will now have emojis on it
me: is anyone there… ghost: -slaps my hand over to the 😂-
are you fucking kidding me
its him
its mash potato
This
THEY ARE THE RESEARCH
WHEN YOU DO RESEARCH YOU FIND THE MOST CREDIBLE SOURCE AND THAT IS YOUR SOURCE IT IS THEM THEY ARE THE FUCKIN SOURCE
"A breathing Dunning-Kruger graph" is the best insult I've heard all month
absolute unit
Beetlejuice Directed by Tim Burton (1988)
i just want to emphasize how important this is. and do not let it happen. do not let it slide. do not pretend this is okay. it’s not. i know what this feels like, and it’s absolute garbage.
you know me
i’m still not brave enough to share this on facebook or anything. but with recent laws and bans its always important to share my own story. i had mine in my second trimester. i was convinced to keep mine after my ex convinced me, promising he would provide us the best life possible. and after i had agreed was when the abuse started. i was left broke, manipulated, shoved up against the wall, slapped across the face, and made to feel worthless every day of my life. i had to make a choice, bring a baby into this abusive relationship, or decide to move on with my life and give myself a chance to find a loving caring life that my future children deserve. i felt it kick days before the procedure. i was left broken, devestated, and depressed. it is not an easy choice women face, but their motherly instincts kick in and they decide what’s right for them and their child. don’t you dare take that away. you do not have a right to regulate our bodies. no uterus, no opinion. i’m the 1 in 4.
i miss my fucking dog. and i miss my cat. and i miss the life i used to live just months previous to this. it was a home. my home. and now i feel abandoned. holding onto every little piece of me i’ve have to sell or pack up. holding on to every single memory. i cannot go back. i cannot go forward. i can only stay in this constant state of wondering why i wasn’t enough. searching for a distraction or something to do with my time. only thing i can do is take it day by day, and wait till it gets better
132 weeks
from start
to end
this is truly the end of it.
i have felt like a ghost these past few months
drifting between our my apartment
going to work, school
but i haven’t felt fully there
with you, i felt dead, alone, forgotten
feeling like you’ve stopped searching for me a long time ago
lived one life, and on to the next