My dear old friends, who i miss so much, i love you all! Recovery is possible and your life is controlled by the decisions you make, not others. Love your body and love your mind, because it is still you at the end of the day, and you are loved and cared for. Love Kolya
as an alastor fanboy from the pilot.. WHY DOS NOBODY LIKE HIM ANYMOFD.. like he was THE main character everyone and their pet dog loved... what is with the switch up and saying hes a bum now LIKE HES STILL MY GOAT WGAT HAPPENED TO HIS FAME ANDD THERES NO LAYOUTS OR ANYTJING EITHER WTFFF
hiiieveryone this is my first fic ok??? (constructive) criticism is acceptedThanks. pls look at tw
→ CW/TW: self h.rm, religious themes (?), shooting mentioned (duhh)
→ wc: 709
philippians 2:3. “do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. rather, in humility value others above yourselves,” calvin’s mother used to read that verse aloud before tucking him into bed— back when they still prayed. he could recall the way he hung onto every word, how he let this quote pave his earlier years. now every syllable rang hollow. he had stopped questioning where selflessness ends and performative altruism begins the day everyone stopped seeing the humility in his being.
cal admired the way his double-edged blade dully reflected the bathroom’s tinted light. a few months ago, he had carefully disassembled a dollar store razor to retrieve the same metal sliver he now fidgeted with. with how close zero day was approaching, cal couldn’t help but return to his old, ruinous habit. the same one that has left him with puckered keloids he would have to carry with him to his grave. the same one that made his mother wail and sob about how her baby’s body was now littered with these god-awful “scratches”. the same one he found himself returning to nearly every night to cope with his impending day of retribution.
he lightly dragged the sharp edge across the inner of his pale forearm, teasing the blue threads that he was dangerously close to snapping. tiny red beads quickly formed over the thin line, clotting as soon as they appeared. cal often found himself reminiscing about the first time he brought a blade to his bare skin. he remembers the first time he watched the crimson trickle out of a shallow cut he impulsively carved. he was stuck in a spell-bounded trance. he had always suspected his true beauty was hidden underneath his fleshy surface. something he had to search for, scrape for, dig toward, and uncover like gold buried beneath layers of earth. in a few weeks, he would be forcing this beauty out of his fellow peers; only this time, it would be done with brass capsules.
with the same frightening calm, he dragged the blade a second time right below the first cut. another bloom of pain travelled up his nerves as blood began to seep out once again. he passed over the same spot again before the thumping in his head and chest could subdue. he felt a warm rush rise up to the wound where fat now shyly peeked out of the wound. his stomach twisted with nausea— not from the gore, but from the cruel reminder of his fragility that was no different from the pupils he despised. he couldn’t shake the thought out of his head: if he was this easy to break, so were they. every cruel snicker, every hushed whisper, every shove— underneath all of it was the same weak softness cal possessed. he wondered if his classmates were even aware of how easily it would be to carve them open too. not with an old razor, but with chaos and fear. the kind that would peel away his classmate’s ignorance and replace it with pure terror. the kind that ripples through a community and persists as a dull hum even after the grieving period silently ends. everyone would finally recognize the weight of what they’ve ignored. the notion settled over him like an eerie but comforting veil.
the quiet hum of the air conditioner drags him out of his reverie. his hand is trembling, blood still soaking the denim of his jeans. he let the blade slip from his slender fingers in favor of pressing his now freed palm against the new marks, waiting for the familiar wave of relief. it didn’t come. instead he felt empty— drained, as if whatever was left of his will seeped out of him with his blood. he felt worthless and piteous, even after playing as God in his head. he couldn’t hold on to the fury it fueled.
“value others above yourself.” he muttered under his breath, tasting the bitterness of each word. he wanted to laugh. what had years of humility earned him? understanding? compassion? a sense of belonging? no. just emptiness and silence. he wondered what God would say if He could see him now— or worse, if He ever truly saw him at all.
i hope you know youre interacting with a terrible person, genuinely i love your blog and id hate to see you in a controversy
you definitely know who i mean has wronged 2 people on here and shes getting away with the victim card, her victim even had to post a apology !
spreading this to the blogs i like so they are aware of brainzmoker
she has made a victim apologize to her abuser ( her ), she's racist, she is homophobic she pretends to be attracted to other genders or identify as anything else herself for attention ! she has literally only dated men and the one time she dated a woman the poor girl killed herself ! ask her what happened to her girlfriend ! she's also xenophobic and antisemite !
and she slut shames people ! she literally calls people sluts and whores left and right !
mass report brainzmoker
thank you for bringing this to my attention! i have bloked them and reported them, id recommend my moots who see this aswell to do the same, i do not tolerate or accept anybody who condones this and woll definitely not want to be friwnds with anyone like this.
i lwk fumbled so bad this halloween, i canceled plans with my friends and i keep denying any source of hanging out with my other friends, i genuinely cant stand people anymore, i feel so subhuman and horrible i cant do this bro <\3
SO MUCH TO STUDY SO MUCH TO GET RIGHT AND SO LITTLE TIME BECAUSE I’M A LAZY FREAK WHO WOULD RATHER SPEND THEIR TIME BEING FUCKING USELESS I’M GONNA KMS IM GONNA KMS
i kinda want to draw some things during school this week, GIVE ME PEOPLE, CREATURES, ANYTHING!!! ill try my best to draw it to the best accuracy possible!! i will draw anything im being deaduzz OCS, PERSONAS, PLEASEE ANYTHING