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not me writing JFK instead of JKR
hey i have an idea
If you are rich enough, a lot of laws basically become a suggestion, another thing you can buy.
being on ur period turns u into a small wounded animal who wants to find a secluded area (ur room) to die alone in unbothered
Marilyn Monroe at Santa Monica Beach, June/July 1962. Photo by George Barris.
What I always like about these photos—I’ve posted one or two before—is that they show a relatively modern, natural Marilyn Monroe, with no overly coiffed hairdo, gala dress or movie makeup. This photo could have been taken last year—yesterday.
gender is a performance and i am committing arson in the theatre district
Dear “not pro, just using tags” blogs —
Dear “don’t report, just block” blogs —
Dear “pro recovery, just sick” blogs —
S T O P
You are not helping yourself. You are not helping others. If you need a journal, use paper and pen. If you need a blog, make it private. Destroying yourself for hundreds (or thousands) of people to see is not bravery. Publicly killing yourself is not martyrdom.
Reblogging a recovery post every so often does not make your blog any less detrimental to the mental health of your followers.
I understand that being sick is hard. I understand that this illness has consumed your life and that you spend every moment (waking and sleeping) obsessed with your sickness. I wish I could help you all, but it is not within my power, nor is it my responsibility.
Please stop promoting self-destruction.
And for the love of all that is holy, stop following me.
WOW NO WAY????
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Let it be known I forgot to change my age in my Tumblr bio for like 5 weeks. I’m an adult who is no longer addicted to this blue hellhole
this time it was 8 months
My nam is Poo
I wil not lie
I need som help
To get me dry
I wil sit here
Just for a stint
Becos I am
A piece of lint
My nam is Poo
I am not here
You kno by smel
That I am near
Youll never find
My hidey-hole
Until I fart
And then youll kno
My nam is Poo
Im on ur lap
I think I'll sit
And hav a nap
And if u try
To mov away
I'll screm and screm
Until u stay
My nam is Poo
You do not no
My hidin place
Where did I go?
Dont try to finde
Out wer I went
Youll never see me
In this tent
If y’all ever need pictures of animals tucked into bed please do not hesitate to hit my line I have a very small folder specifically for that
Actually here you all go
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gender is a performance and i am committing arson in the theatre district
Something about seeing two girls or two guys just being in love in public is so therapeutic
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it is technically true that in order to be “back” on your bullshit, you must first be off your bullshit. however, i am “back” on my bullshit in much the same way that sisyphus is “back” on top of his hill right before his boulder rolls back down to the bottom.
I’ve been crying every day because people care about me and I still want to die. I’m sorry