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dying artist & tryhard writer

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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙

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down the rum with some flat cola, hoping the rest of the night doesn't go downhill from there.

pour the rum down my breathless body, and witness its mission downhill to my secret place.

[chocolateheartwizard]

[roaldamundsen]

watch the passenger (2023)

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Dean Cross, you cold-hearted murderer.

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hello, hello shifting and roleplay community

I come with an offering to all, a still in the process library of faces to gaze over, I hope you appreciate it.

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antique doll, dirty dog, and bombed dull.

Family name in heavens place, the apple doesn't travel far though the roots do.

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This is what we're generating for creepypasta names??

[cutemysteriousgirl12]

[jadedfadedalmostgone]

[thepunkmuppet]

every sam ship with a man is yaoi and every sam ship with a woman is yuri. he is transmasc he is transfem he is a butch he is a they/them femme he is a doll he has had top surgery he takes estrogen daily and samwena no matter what is top quality doomed yuri AMEN.

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You hiss, she bites.

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kisses and petals to all, sweet dreams angels !!xoxo

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I WILL PULL MYSELF TOGETHER, EVENTUALLY

The creak of the swing that held Stella's presence was somehow louder than the music blasting in her eardrums.

She was located at the small park near the neighborhood during school hours to have a smoke. She shouldn't be skipping. She's damnnear about to fail the entire year–though, this point in her life, she couldn't care.

Stella didn't think she'd be alive this long, and she doesn't think she'll be living any longer. With that ideology–nothing matters.

Her dead blonde hair blew in the autumn wind as she decided to have the swing follow the wind, slightly pushing her feet to lift the seat before letting it fall.

With fun, there's boredom, and it followed immediately after the short story of swinging. Lately, nothing can keep her entertained, none of her old hobbies or favorite junk–besides one thing.

Fighting,

For the past few months, Stella has been purposely causing issues with her peers and the sad citizens of this town just so she can challenge them. It's pointless and does no one any help, yet Stella keeps doing it.

The rush of blood and seeing the punch connecting to her skull before blacking out for a short moment–it's all like a game to her, entertainment,

Instead of beautiful moles and sun-kissed love marking her skin, they're branded by bruises and cuts now.

No one wants to be around her, wants to talk to her, even wave to her–*no one wants her.*

Either people are scared of her or disgusted by her. Is there truly anyone in this town who even pitys her?

*Perhaps they'd pity her death.*

Taking a displeased look at her wrist with a horrid plan, that's when she noticed something–a spider on the wood-chip ground near her foot.

Her brown, almost dead eyes lit up as she giggled, almost like a kid.

Stella bent down as she gave her hand to the eight-legged stranger as she spoke out in a soft tone she hadn't used in what felt like forever.

“Hey buddy, what are you doing down there? I could have ended your small life with my big shoes..”

The spider crawled on her hand as she lifted the spider high until her hand was on her lap, lying her head against the swing chain as she watched the spider explore her palm with peace.

For once, her mind was silent–silent with peace. It's usually a scattered scribble or a static system, but now, now it's just emptied with clarity.

“Here..”

Stella stood up from the swing as she ambled towards the outskirts of the park, where bushes lay. She took her time placing the spider down for an easy landing as she watched it escape deep into nature.

“I wish you a simple time in your short time here.”

She whispered what felt like a wish out into the bushes. Words perhaps told to more than one being here.

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What was meant to be a simple art concept became an entire edit

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(弾丸) CRINGE !!!! DX

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Drawing these people then making them a dramatic art piece as if you're not one.