#plaguedghosts

I am the lamb and I am the wolf

The light of innocence and the shadow of corruption

Soft, gentle, supple, and kind

Cruel, hungry, calculated, and determined

A sacrifice and a prophet

The beast embeds its jaws around the babes throat, teeth puncturing the skin, staining the wool red

The wolf licks the wounds and savors the taste of the lambs life draining right before its eyes

𓄒 Official Introductory Post 𓄒

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Hello, my name is Ripley, I am a 26 non-binary (they/them & it/its) and disabled. Currently learning how to be an end of life specialist.

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This is my main blog where I post/reblog aesthetic content as well as posts about mental health and physical disabilities.

I have schizoaffective disorder, adhd, autism, c-ptsd.I also have hEDS, POTS, CFS/ME, non-malignant mast cell disease, and intestinal motility disorder.

Virgo ☉ Aries ☾ Cancer ↑

I will be horny on main and I am not sorry

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I hyperfixate on darker content, so if you don’t like that, that isn’t my problem. Content I post -> #ripleycore

This blog may include:

𓄒 nsfw content

𓄒 body horror

𓄒 animal remains

𓄒 the topic of death

𓄒non-Christianity

𓄒 paganism and witchcraft

𓄒 mentally ill and delusional ramblings

𓄒 traumatic vents and personal posts

𓄒 taking and being under the influence of substances

**it is not my responsibility being aware of your triggers or the content you consume, if you don’t like it, just block me.**

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Other blogs:

@kuchipatchikiss - side blog for random stuff

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Tags I use:

#ripley rambles (for personal posts. I may forget to tag)

#ripley is high (for when I’m under the influence, usually just stupid and or funny things)

#ripley mental health (obvi)

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DNI if you’re: queerphobic of any type, racist, genocide apologist, anti sex work/porn content, pro-cop, ableist, pro-map/nomap, pro-trump, saneist

Today I had a job interview that would train me to be a coach! I think it went fairly well, my anxiety and nervousness made me go blank a few times but overall, I did better than last year (I answered a question with I don’t know even though I knew the processes) I made eye contact, and tried to appear to be a normal person. I did have my little sister’s birthday party tonight but my pelvic pain got worse so now I’m chilling home with my heating pad.

There is a house that haunts me in my dreams, a house that I know better than the back of my hand.

The ghosts and shadows there are out to get me. Always reaching out to grab me, desperate to drag me back into the room that made me feel so small.

The dark, twisted pain that hides behind darker smiles resides in that house, where nothing ever makes sense.

Down the stairs and hallway there are photos of familiar faces, but never of my own. Broken tiles take you through a beautiful home, and a man with a twisted face stands alone in what one used to be the family room and screams.

The dark shadow stands curling over a little girl, who innocently colors pictures with crayons, unbeknownst of what is happening, where she is or what is going to get her.

Once the ghosts grab me by the ankles and drag me down the stairs, away from that small room, they will take me to the basement, leaving me alone in the dark, where I am left alone with my thoughts and rug burns.

They don’t always grab me, though. Sometimes I will run down those stairs, run away, already knowing of what is to come, and I try to scream for help, but I can’t make a sound and everyone around couldn’t be bothered to help.