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ganjagoddess-209 · 6 months
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Really wish I had a weed care package right about now not having any buds or wax is absolutely killing me 😞
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sleepyysweetheart · 7 months
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Idk if it's the lack of sleep this week,a decrease in serotonin, or the fact that the guy I like and I haven't talked much recently, but I feel sad...
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local-shadowgirl · 9 months
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we were just kids
maybe in another life my siblings, cousins, and I don't have to put up with what our parents said or did to us.
maybe we were all just playing at our favorite park made of wood resembling a castle. just eating pizza and drinking as much soda as we thought we were allowed to. we'd play tag or hide-and-seek.
maybe we are young again dreaming about what we want to be when we grow up. we don't fight or argue because that's what grown-ups do, and we're kids. we were just kids. We were just dreamers wanting to be anything but our parents.
maybe in this dream life, we are free. we are young forever. in this life, we can just be us, be ourselves. we are able to bond on our own without having adults telling us how to.
maybe this was supposed to be it in real life, but life got in the way.
Too bad there was no adult to drive us to get pizza and play at this park. It was always "next time" but it's been 11 years and counting since we all wished to be together.
I still have hope that this dream day comes true. Whether it be tomorrow or when we are all wrinkly and brittle-boned. I can just feel that this perfect summer day will happen and we all will just be kids once more.
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gravityreality · 1 year
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Some cheetah piss to start the week.
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a-damaged-princess · 1 year
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He’s hurting my inner child.
What should I do?
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infans-corrupt · 10 months
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i cannot remember the last time the woman who gave birth to me told me she loved me, and actually meant it.
for a long time it was just because she was “sick”. i told myself as a child that she would get better. she would hold me when i was sick. she would brush my hair. she’d giggle with me in the mornings as i ready myself for school.
it turns out that sickness was a black mold of hatred. she never really loved me. she never will. not even if she had wanted to.
instead, to her, i represented everything she never wanted. she never wanted me or to be a mother.
and that is okay. i miss my mom. but there isn’t really anything to miss in the first place.
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lotsumy · 1 year
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'Akuma no ko' SNK ending 7
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Im physically feeling the Error 404
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imamiddlechild · 2 years
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Have you always been like this? Ready to be under the spot light at a moments notice, distracting the audience. I mean, you are awfully good at it. When did you learn the art of distraction. Was it when you cracked a joke with the CPS lady and she dropped the investigation. Or the endless games you would play with your siblings or your friends, really anyone who would keep you away from home even just for a minute. You learned from an early age that its your job to make things better. If people notice the cracks and bruises, then you've messed up. When they can see the secret behind the trick, it's no good for anyone. It is your fault if anyone in the room is upset, clearly you aren't doing your job right. If you just make them laugh it'll be all better, that's all you know. They told you that laughter was the best medicine, you believed them, and they lied.
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annoyingredhead420 · 1 year
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Crying in between bong rips
Like the bad bitch I am
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be3skne3s · 2 years
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My blog is the shit but I don't generally use tags so :')))
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ireallyymissu · 1 month
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it’s honestly so devastating
how can i be this hot but so sad?
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gravityreality · 1 year
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Have to be prepared when you go to dog sit. Even if it’s one night.
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a-damaged-princess · 1 year
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I stopped slitting my wrists
and started rolling spliffs
Still sad,
just need a way to deal with it
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infans-corrupt · 10 months
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i am not a whole person. i do not think i ever will be. broken pieces of me lie in the house i grew up in. they lie buried in the grounds of my old schools. they’re woven into the threads of my childhood blankets. someday perhaps i’ll find the broken pieces and make myself feel whole again.
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lotsumy · 1 year
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Every Monday I’m blue babadeee babadaaaam
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