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blessed with beauty and rage

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They're like baby Ed and Stede except 100 times dumber.
12/06/17 - 12/07/17
Dramatic boyfriends being DRAMATIC.
January dumps.

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Someday I'll write the Rangi/Hemi fic of my dreams. Someday.
Captain's Voice also works in every universe,
Ugh, like seriously— tell me!! TELL ME what is the point? I mean, hello? Did I ask to be born? No. I don’t remember filling out a request form like, ‘Yes please, sign me up for this absolute mess.’ And now I’m here? Living this ridiculous excuse of a life where nothing makes sense, no one gets me, and everything feels like it’s falling apart faster than my Dior lip gloss in a heatwave.
Honestly? Sometimes I just want to vanish. Not in, like, a tragic way—don’t be dramatic. I just mean, disappear to somewhere people actually notice when you’re hurting. Somewhere the universe doesn’t feel like it’s playing one big, mean joke on you. And don’t even get me started on fate or purpose or whatever—because if this is my purpose, someone clearly majorly messed up the memo.
But of course, I keep breathing, I keep waking up, and I keep pretending. Because that’s what everyone expects, right? That I’ll smile and serve ‘I’m-fine-thanks’ on a silver platter like the good little emotionally-repressed disaster Barbie they think I am. God, I’m so over it.
*having mental breakdown*