Having pictures of the dark room victims in my phone for years will make me look really bad if I'm ever accused of murder

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Having pictures of the dark room victims in my phone for years will make me look really bad if I'm ever accused of murder
FIRST ARTFIGHT ATTACK for @cynical-tuba and @spell-fox
actually I can't stop thinking about the journalist who misheard (?) "Marisol" as "my soul" and had enough confidence in themselves that they even clarified in brackets [Christopher]. I hope they're having a good night
Were you actually put in an elementary penitentiary or was it more of a metaphorical imprisonment?
Regarding my previous rb - it was a prison of my own making… in elementary school I had gotten a haircut, in the dead middle of the school year. It was much shorter than what it was before the cut and took on a completely different shape, a chin length bob and forehead-framing bang as was the style in the mid-90s for children. Now when I was a child I was riddled with what my mom would’ve called “shyness” but of course it was much more sinister, the way old timey doctors would be like “you are suffering from being possessed by the devil” or whatever but it was just like fatal food poisoning. What I really had was the first telltale grip of the humiliating tendrils of social anxiety - and how! After my childhood haircut I was certain that upon my return to school, none of my classmates would recognize me. I felt that my haircut had rendered me totally unrecognizable to those who once knew me, their grasp of my visage so dependent on what my hair used to look like that the change would lobotomize them to their memories of me. In my heart I knew I would walk into the classroom and a hush would fall over my peers, their confusion and terror towards me palpable and painful. It’s me, guys! It’s still me, just with a new haircut! They wouldn’t understand. They would mistake me for a new student with no friends, maybe, someone see-thru and vulnerable as a wet newborn butterfly, someone they once knew but didn’t want to - I would be a ghost. The point is I faked sick for like 100 days but I never told my mom the real reason, which was that I was completely nuts, and got in so much trouble.
i love being a smart dumb person bc it means that despite being Acutely And Constantly Aware that what im doing at times is stupid, i will still continue to do it, and i think that is very sexy of me
That's what taste looks like.
Stop asking me what my weakness is. I have NO weakness