shes the nutsack of a man whos had a vasectomy.. COMPLETLEY USELESS
.. my dads comment about a tutor of mine
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shes the nutsack of a man whos had a vasectomy.. COMPLETLEY USELESS
.. my dads comment about a tutor of mine
maybe music is what flows through our veins.
maybe it is a part of us. the drumming of a heartbeat, the tones of our voices. maybe love is what music is made of. its the baseline need to a lively song.
idk im weird and words arent forming in my head properly
procrastinating and putting off doing an artist drabble for my exhhibition..
being lonely hurts more this time.
I met a boy, out by the bay.
He had a sweet smile, or some people would say.
He seemed nice at first, wearing a mask over his face.
But soon i saw, who he really was, and his fragile, emotional masculinity was crafted from fine fucking lace.
SO IT BEGAN.
It was the first time she had experienced love, this little girl inside of me.
She could not see the mental torture that i now see.
She could not see the way he took advantage of her fragile mind.
She loved too much, and fell too hard, for this man she thought was nothing but kind.
For a man that saw her as nothing but a housewife. A plaything. A wife to "bare his son"
So this is how to find out that a man like this isn't fun.
it isn't all men. But it is always men.
And men like that aren't men, they are fucking children.
this world isn't designed for mere children like that.
we. deserve. better.
women deserve better. and this is why we fight.
alexa, can you have a midlife crisis at the age of 18
can we all collectively agree as gamers that nintendo are fucking arseholes already
only good thing that came from nintendo was the zelda games. and the wii (nostalgia)
you mean to say you want us to pay over the odds for a license and a KEY?
fucking hate men.
hands up if you feel the same
thinnly grated cheese is tastier than thick grated cheese.
fight me.
Dream Farm Rotation
Garrick: What is love?
Xaden: An emotional minefield
Violet: A neurochemical reaction
Bodhi: Baby don't hurt me
my onyx storm prediction:
violet (loudly): halden wtf ! stop trying to ask me out my man literally Just disappeared……. 👀
halden: what ? oh. oh no. (tries to run)
xaden: (materializes out of a shadow and punches halden in the throat) you little prick
vi: oh there you are 🥰
halden: (passed out but glad to be of service against his will)
you can go outside and hit things with a stick. it’s spring you can do anything
you can also toss rocks at things
live life on the edge people
also the absolute liars they were like “your first trial begins now” and now they’re like “your first trial begins tomorrow” EXCUSE ME I already gave you my life (aka my spotify) I believe I did the first trial
the AUDACITY of them to be posting tour pics like normal rn as if they’re not “secretly” running some initiation process
Does BVB not know that most of their fans have anxiety?
So regardless of whether you chose balance or wrath, you get a warning about being consumed
You either move too fast and too impulsively or you’ve waited too long and now it’s too late.
But also
There is a line in bleeders
To seek revenge, in hell we end
Meaning that if you are chasing revenge, chances are it will burn you as well. You will be consumed by your own lust for vengeance to the point that you lose sight of what matters