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scrvwnycherub · 1 month
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they’re not your teachers anymore bud
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strawberry blonde locks intertwine salt and pepper streaks
big bang theory marathons that go on for weeks,
olive green sweaters and alpha wolf tees
having picnics on his hill house in the warm summer breeze
typewriters clacking writing flawless sweet notes
watching horrible histories after taking off green camo coats
sneaking tender glances mid re
coming out and finally feeling free
@scrvwnycherub publicly shaming you for writing love poetry about my teachers
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scrvwnycherub · 1 month
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testicles
no
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scrvwnycherub · 1 month
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omg hiii 😍
do you have any chrali or carinder hcs the brainrot is so bad rn ☹️
Publicly shaming you @scrvwnycherub
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scrvwnycherub · 1 month
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picture chrali conversion camp au
chris: “om gosh! camp newgrace like south park! south park reference? councellor have you seen north by northwest by alfred hitchcock?”
do you have any chrali or carinder hcs the brainrot is so bad rn ☹️
Publicly shaming you @scrvwnycherub
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scrvwnycherub · 1 month
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😔😔
do you have any chrali or carinder hcs the brainrot is so bad rn ☹️
Publicly shaming you @scrvwnycherub
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scrvwnycherub · 4 months
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scrvwnycherub · 5 months
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scrvwnycherub · 5 months
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rate my dick
thats like 1 mm bru
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scrvwnycherub · 5 months
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yes 😔💔
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This you?
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scrvwnycherub · 6 months
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In another universe, I take more pleasure in reality than daydreams. In another universe, it’s not painful to perceive.
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scrvwnycherub · 6 months
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all of my memories and all of my remnants of happier times are slowly fading away.
months ago, i used to sob and look at pictures of those times because i couldn’t help it because i thought it was the worst feeling in the world.
i felt a pain in the pit of my stomach, a feeling of grief and deep yearning for those times back, but knowing it was impossible.
i am losing myself, i am drowning in grief and forgetting who i once was.
the grief is halting my tears, and now when i see those pictures, or listen to those songs, or think of those places, i just feel numb.
i feel stuck in place, while the rest of my friends have long since grown up, im still frantically looking for remnants of peace to cling onto, even just temporarily.
it’s like after everything that happened, i got stuck in a bubble and lost contact with the rest of the world, hell, lost contact with myself.
i don’t feel like the same person anymore.
i don’t feel like a person anymore.
i wish i could feel, i wish i could remember, i wish i could unsee it all, i wish i could cry and god, i wish more than anything that i could live and not just get by.
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scrvwnycherub · 6 months
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god has selective hearing
if god heard me when i cursed, and when i lied and when i questioned his existence
why didn’t he hear me yelling into the pillow, begging him to fix this, to fix me.
begging to be cleansed, to be purified, to be healed.
to revert the wine in my veins back to blood, and to silence the ever-going storm that never seemed to stop.
maybe i wasn’t the best to him, maybe i wasn’t the strongest or most salient disciple.
but what kind of god makes a 10 year old carry everyone’s burdens when ever saint christopher himself couldn’t?
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scrvwnycherub · 6 months
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This is crazyy 😭😭
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scrvwnycherub · 6 months
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In another universe I wasn’t hard to love.
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scrvwnycherub · 7 months
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so aesthetic thank you 🥰🥰
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scrvwnycherub · 8 months
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trees
i weep, weep like the thin, propelling branches of a willow, as the tender, fragile leaves sway ritualistically.
ever the same, never different.
i weep, i weep, i weep.
i pine for my life prior, pine like the thick, prickled needles adorning the trees in the woodland coating my primary school.
every memory is like a jabbing pine needle to my psyche, until i am nothing but a spiky coat of pain.
i pine, i pine, i pine.
i am ash, not ash like the tall, bright, strong tree, but i am simply ash.
every hurt was a burn mark, a kindling to my flame, until i eventually burned into a pile of ash.
i am ash, i am ash, i am ash.
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scrvwnycherub · 8 months
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to trace the stars on freckle-abundant cheeks
and kiss in retrograde,
to stare into a galaxy teeming with life, beauty and wonder
and to whisper
“how lucky am i to be able to align with you, and be a part of your intricate universe,”
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