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jeez not this guy again
hi guyssss i made some stickers for me and lees ( @utenthy ) new etsy and they’re utena and also we have some jojos bizarre adventure and homestuck and normal art stuff on there too but i know u guys like utena so here are the utena stickers i made. Also we thinking of making stickers for things like nana and black lagoon and oniisama e etc in the future… anyway here’s the link…. thank u if u check it out ❤️❤️❤️ EDIT: also we have a sale going on till tomorrow (the 11th)
@gaydreamersstuff is being mean and making fun of my drawing😤😭
My baby boii Carter 🐶 sadly who ever had him clipped his ears to make him look mean . He’s an American stafffy. We got a long journey ahead of us bud ; only God knows what your Past looked like but from now and forever you will be treated like the King you are . I love you my bully .
when she leaves her husbands yamaguchi and oboro for the yakiniku man 😔💔
BYE I HATE IT HERE
HAHDLSKAKSNS WHY U ALWAYS BULLY ME 😭😭😭😭😭😭 DAMMIT I SPEND SO LONG TRYNNA SEE WHAT PICTURES WILL FIT IN THE DESKTOP THEME (altho in the end i said fuck it and edited a wallpaper myself)
Stop bullying hikari--shes an endangered species ✋✋✋😔😔😔😔
Poem: Looking Back
Dedicated to my redheaded best friend who lead me out of the dark.
TW: Bullying, heartbreak, suicidal thoughts.
Looking back;
How far I’ve come;
How much longer I have to go;
I remember everything, it hits me like a flash:
I remember the names they used to call me;
I remember the tears and the loneliness;
I remember the times I felt empty;
I remember the times I wanted to give up;
I remember his boisterous laugh, her mask she wore;
I remember when after 3 years of mistreatment and abuse;
I wanted to give up.
I remember how I threw myself into hope - my last shot of escape;
I remember how I told you off and left you speechless;
I remember how, for once, you had nothing to say;
I remember how I left the torture.
I remember how I trusted;
I remember how I fell for you;
I remember how safe I felt with you.
I remember how I messed up, how you messed up;
I remember you blocking me and saying it was over;
I remember how much of a fool you thought I was;
I remember how you thought I’d come crawling back;
I remember how hurt I was, and how many whom I trusted turned their backs;
I remember how done I was with you, and with hope.
I remember how I sank deep into the security of hoodies;
I remember how I lost my voice;
I remember how I drowned in a sea of looks and stares;
I remember how no one knew the real story;
I remember how easily and how badly it hurt - I hurt.
I remember how I found someone, sitting alone.
They were like me: cast out, picked on.
With nowhere to sit, I sat with him.
He smiled.
He made me laugh.
He always stuck by me, knowing my injured past.
He held my hand on bad days;
He shared my joy on good days.
He stands with me, and I stand with him - No matter what.
He healed the wounds you put around my heart;
He stopped the silence, and dried my tears;
It’s us against the world now.