#lacey face

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like to boop the snoot

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This girl is a whole year old and that’s crazy to me. She got so huge so fast.

Happy late birthday, Ophelia “Lacey” von Haus Kaiser, Princess of Chaos, Empress of Disorder, and Puppyest of Puppies. Long may she reign!

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Little Lacey has a huge hot spot on her throat. Can’t wear a cone so we got creative until we could get some gauze. She’s smelly but stylish 👌🏻

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Some Lacey appreciation because she’s the world’s biggest most beautiful most bitey toddler and I would die for her ❤️

Feat. big brother Bear

[gremlinshipper]

Me: So I started watching this new tv show....

Best Friend: Oh no.

[aisling-maru]

How Do You Feel? || Lace's Success

Silent. Almost like a whisper. That beautiful noise of a brand new blade slipping out of the package. You analyze it with a small smile. Shiny. New. Sharp.

Perfect.

No pants. No shirt. Lots of exposed skin. Arms with two large scars on them. Vertical. A failure. This time it won't be. No one is here to save you. You press the blade to your thigh and drag it across slowly, smiling as the metal bites into your skin. Blood pours from the wound a few seconds later. Numb. You feel numb.

Take a breath. Two more of that thigh, the same as the first. Blood drips onto the tile. One. Two. Three. Another smile. Three more gashes are carved into the opposite thigh. Still, you feel nothing.

Your beautiful pale legs are now covered in crimson. What a pretty color. Next, your arms. Be careful of the scars, dear. One large gash right next to your first failure on the right. A few seconds later, a mirror image appears on the right. Two horizontal cuts are slashed into each wrist. The blade it slippery. Don't drop it.

Now for the grand finale. You press the razor blade to your neck and, with a cruel smile, you slide it across. Slowly. Press harder. You reach the other side and drop the blade. Blood pours from your neck, stained your pale flesh red. No one can save you now. Good job, my dear.

Do you feel beautiful? Crimson really is a good color on you.

A sad smiles tugs at your lips and a single word slips past your lips.

{ Goodbye }

[aisling-maru]

--{ ★ } Lace has her suicide already planned.

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--{ ★ } Lace really wants to dye Frodo purple.