Sep 28, 2017
@ugly-bug i think i may have died and become a ghost. just in time for halloween
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@ugly-bug i think i may have died and become a ghost. just in time for halloween
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Just made the appointment request for me and @ugly-bug to get our tiddies pierced during our annual September Chicago trip together!!!! EXCITE!!!
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@ugly-bug yesterday i was trying to follow more blogs and i almost followed one, but they were just. randomly wishing bad things for you there and talking bad about you and i wanted to Beat them up. still don’t know why people don’t like you, you are Super Nice
How do I give everyone more of me? Must I give up myself entirely? Would I do that for you both? Would you forgive me when I do?
wtf do i even say?
“hey i don’t know what you did to hurt me but im still in pain!!!”
“oh no no no it’s okay i’m just being dramatic!/s”
“you are so perfect, never hurt me at all don’t worry!!”
my god, is there balm in gilead?
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i can’t help but feel my mind could never work.
for as much as i know, i can never remember what hurts me
i can only remember the pain; feeling unloved
i let myself slip through the cracks
i’m growing the flowers where my blood falls
they will bloom when my blood has stopped dripping
for none will be left
i will fall on the ground
the flowers, ever so voracious-birthed from my blood-will devour my body and leave no trace of me behind
only the fleeting memory of the one who hurt you when the flowers snap to close to your feet
maybe i should kill myself