I think that when you're overstimulated you should appear kind of grayed out and no one should be able to interact with you like a locked character in a video game
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@veneficasstuff
I think that when you're overstimulated you should appear kind of grayed out and no one should be able to interact with you like a locked character in a video game
To my very mean senior, fuck you
You know what's weird to me? How you stutter to state facts But when it comes to cruelty You speak it so fluently
I never claimed to be a saint I never claimed to be right But still, I never stole a night Or left a soul consumed by fright
And I know, you're no mastermind No villain trying to ruin my life Yet the blade I hid for years in my wallet made its way to my pocket that night
I thought perhaps a wound I chose would make your damage feel benign as if the terror caused by your voice could fade beneath a pain of mine
And I know it's not personal I know it's frustration that speaks I keep trying to find you excuses maybe those will help me sleep
Mistakes are human never a key to dress up shame as teaching me
So I'm not bitter when I say
I hope consequences arrive on time disguised as reason, dressed as rhyme I hope it sits where you once stood and teaches you what teaching should
I hope one day, mid-word, mid-breath, you pause and feel the quiet threat of knowing, clear and sharp and true exactly what you put me through
when your hair is greasy it’s so hard to want to keep living
u can either reach me on tumblr dot com or hand written letter
”i’m probably doing it for attention” after not telling a living soul
not photogenic but i probably look sooo good as a distant memory
i bring an “excluded since childhood” vibe to the function
I want to scream but I will instead shower then moisturize then walk around
you’ll be fine. you made it out of impossible situations before and you will do it again
ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? YOU WILL DO IT AGAIN.
When somebody shares a quote by a famous author like it's something the author personally said and believed, but you know it was actually spoken by a character you're not supposed to like... 😐
by tucker
>get in my "Prove Me Wrong" tent
>blame gun violence on trans people
>blame gun violence on black people and immigrants
>get shot in the neck by a white boy
lmao
Getting shot while literally dismissing people’s concerns about gun violence under a tent with the words “Prove me wrong” printed on all sides is the most fucking hilarious way to die
perhaps as a general rule of thumb you should try to live your life in such a way that the whole world doesn’t immediately start celebrating like the ewoks at the end of Star Wars when you get brutally murdered on live TV