Mar 22
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perceive me as female or male and i will start projectile vomiting
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hi friends. Am currently on dog sitting duty, therefore am doing nothing for the next...... day. I’ll be getting back to messages and will be around if anyone would like to plot 🥰
small dr.coomer ALREADY exists i’m a fool in me clothing
Something's going on for us. All internal communications are lost, I, K, a 14 y/o am suddenly (and for the past few days) front stuck. Intrusive thoughts are haywire. I'm not sure where the feelings/urges are coming from, but it's bad. Apparently, someone who spoke to another briefly said that we are all really dizzy... I'm scared and confused. I don't get scared. But I'm scared.
This is perfect. Me being with you and loving you. You being with me and loving me. It is just so perfect that I almost feared that this might just be a beautiful dream turning into a nightmare if I ever lose you.
K.S
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just thought about the fact that i might hypothetically have to become an adult at some point. ew
what blasphemy america is like what the fuck is happening hahahaha
I wrote a thing
At first I was a toddler,
Then I became two,
Next I was a toy,
And the count went up to five.
Something snapped,
six and seven,
Seven and I fought,
But we were no match.
Then I was a broken toy,
Unfit for the front lines,
Sent to the back, whilst our numbers grew and grew.
I didn't.
I am no longer a toy.
Just broken.