Forgot I took nudes high as fuck last night and jump scared myself
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Forgot I took nudes high as fuck last night and jump scared myself
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mcr moots and @raccoon-husband and racoon husbands sibling if he sees this (you both get a say if you want as youre going to be there) who do you think i should cosplay for my birthday
hello and good morning to my very confusing brain
I've had this blog for so long that my tagging system does not make any fucking sense but that's okay bc I mostly can use it anyway
btw if i ever bring up my hallucinations to you or seem to be having delusions and you say their paranormal i will be punching you in the face.
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There's a house here in town that is my dream house and id give anything for us to be able to afford it so I can have my own space for me and my child.
I hate our living situation and wish more than anything that I could be able to give him a his own room instead of him having to share with me and my husband.
It would make it easier on me when hes having a meltdown or we're doing play therapy or anything else.
Anyway stuck in daydreaming about my dream house and already thinking how id decorate it if it was ours.
My child looking through my makeup box, grabs the mascara--hey mom what's this?
Me- its mascara, it makes your eyelashes longer.
The child with his ridiculously gorgeous long eyelashes he was born with---oh I think I would like this.
Me all bitter--πππ trust me boy, you dont need it.
Kind of a stupid thing to have realized but it has struck me that never knowing if people were actually making fun of me and I wasn't understanding it so always being on edge about that as a child has carried over into how I navigate relationships as an adult