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you know, for a show called yandere high school, im kinda surprised that there wasn't more... yandere. yeah, there was some, but then they kinda got sidetracked by drugs and gay sex. Which, to be fair, same.
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I mostly send takes when I'm super hopped up on essentially 17 different horse tranquilizer level meds or hella stoned so half the time I don't remember them until I see them on my dash. sorry for making you deal with that mod Courtney </3
It’s okay live ur best life
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solomonsstew · 1 year
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blitz0hno · 7 days
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Why does knowing I have DID because ✨DID Problems✨ make said problems both less and more Terrifying.
Like I know what it is and how to cope. I'm getting really good at it in fact.
But also these are like. Problem problems. I dunno if we can counsel ourselves outta this one gang..
Blogging time! Cuz like yeah it's objectively weird but just another Sunday for us lmao
Like tell me why, when we headed back to work shortly after hanging out with a friend, "we" briefly couldn't even remember who we hung out with. Except now that I know what's going on, I realize when I'm not fronting. This other alter fronted by surprise, probably because we were deciding where to work tonight.
Like cool I know why I was so out of it but still Doing Things but the WHY there makes things. So incredibly complicated for me. And bro felt baaaaad like shit he didn't remember jack. Because duh the Guy Who Was Not There fronted only after the other human is Gone. Some alters just can't help but mask and it's not good for us so they don't front with others around, you know the basics lol
And why do we feel like a bad friend even though we remember them perfectly clearly now. We remember them, but we had to consciously communicate it... To someone else in our own head... Like a thought-game of telephone? And like u know what it's like to think u can feel your brain working, and mine's like "compartmentalize or else." Whoops! Having fun? Many people wanna share front? Gonna slice up the memories! Oh you're conscious of this process? Amnesia. Get shadow realmed bitch you're not about to come into contact with something you shouldn't be reminded of. DAMN being wired for Living is so cool actually but also mom pick me up I'm scared (picks myself up). We always remember after a moment or two, which is why we never used to suspect amnesia to begin with. I will never understand why latching onto guilt for every little thing seems to be hardwired into our being.
It's up and down really, and makes socializing tough even though we love interacting with our friends so much. And Idk we always have really good communication when we're happy (and high ngl) but sometimes if we're alone we connect a lot of dots and don't know what to do with them. Silly funny interesting things and not something legit keeping me too dissociated to drive lmaoooo good thing we're freelance
BUT because we stopped, we saw a raccoon skitter across the ground. I love raccoons, they're cute. We were just thinking about them earlier. Makes up for the Horrors I think.
Tryna make some more money before bed but my phone is crying "no signal" despite working on certain apps. Guess I'm being forced to chill for a second. We're doing just fine and hopefully have a whole new job soon. We saw a magazine at the store that had part of the title obscured and all that remained visible was "your mind works." I think I'll take that as a good sign because uh it sure does! We deal we deal.
Being myself is the best advice I ever actually followed but damn this is difficult.
So yeah internal communication is a fuck. But less so than it used to be.
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corporealish · 9 months
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im watching mask girl and im OBSESSED w it, every frame is so fun to look at
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lordliing · 3 months
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Gortash was never a big drug/alcohol user-- he hates feeling out of control. The only times he would drink or smoke to excess was parties and only to match other participants. Alcohol doesn't affect him as quickly as smoke does so he is more likely to agree to drinking than anything else since he knows his threshold is more.
He is, however, very heavy-handed with drinks. Terrible at measurement. He can do smoke tricks though if he's already smoking and someone asks him to he might even be willing to shotgun someone if he is between that fine line of buzzing and messed up
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You’re pinned image makes you look like some kind of missionary or prophet or something. What say thou, Saint of Sleepy?
uhhhh fukin,,,, go to bed on time annnnd don't get kidnapped by 43yo white guys. also do cocaine
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valenttines · 10 months
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humor is a coping mechanism
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a-very-bored-gal · 2 years
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PSA
FUCKING CHECK YOUR NERDS AND SKITTLES THIS YEAR
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People are disguising fentanyl (a deadly drug) as Nerds and Skittles. Make sure you check your candy because people are bad and want to see other people suffer.
@fading-bisexual-queen-milkshake @maxies-self-ships
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weaponsdrawn · 2 years
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throwing this out there bc why the fuck not
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moonlinq · 2 years
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a  basic  on  jungwoo  and  who  he  is  for  until  i  can  get  myself  to  create  his  full  carrd  !
          tw:  se/f  h/rm,  suic/de,  drug  ment,  murder,  blood,  gore,  ect.
      born  to  a  famous  author  of  poetry  books  and  a  professional  ballet  dancer,  jungwoo  lived  a  fairly  regular  life  until  he  turned  six  years  old.  first  it  was  the  move  from  the  jeju  islands  of  the  coast  of  south  korea  to  the  country  side  of  montana  for  a  job  his  father  could  never  refuse,  promises  of  a  long  time  salary  with  next  to  no  forced  work  and  a  team  he  adored.
     it  wasnt  a  month  before  the  church  girls  showed  up  on  their  porch,  cheery  voices  and  captivating  smiles.  they  spoke  about  their  savoir  for  an  hour  upon  the  old  couch,  about  sacrifice  and  the  sacred  need  to  be  faithful  to  their  lord.  it  was  his  mother’s  quiet  refusal,  the  moment  when  she  stood  and  requested  she  be  given  time  before  committing  to  such  work  as  a  committed  church  when  things  went  wrong.
     they  pounced  on  her,  took  the  muscle  from  her  thigh  and  shoved  it  into  both  her  and  jungwoo’s  young  throats, forced  them  to  remember  they  are  nothing  more  than  flesh  and  bone  and  they  should  be  grateful  they  have  been  blessed  with  life.  jungwoo  watched  his  mother  slowly  bleed  to  death,  choking  on  her  own  flesh.
     he  remains  with  a  limp  in  his  right  leg  from  the  blade  of  the  kitchen  knife.      a  year  later,  on  the  eve  of  his  7th  birthday,  jungwoo  finds  his  father  hanging  by  his  tie  by  the  bedroom  ceiling  fan  and  feels  nothing.
     from  ages  seven  to  seventeen  he  remains  an  orphan  in  south  korea  far  from  where  he  was  born,  always  returned  for  threatening  with  knives  and  screaming  from  night  terrors.  he  finds  himself  strapped  to  his  bed  at  night,  trapped  like  a  fly  in  a  web.  he  slowly  becomes  quieter,  slowly  resigns  into  the  pain  until  it  no  longer  rips  at  his  wrists  and  shoots  up  his  legs,  until  he  lays  in  quiet  mourning  and  cannot  think  about  anything  but  the  dark.
     this  is  when  he  begins  writing,  drawing  strange  images  of  girls  and  blood.  he  draws  his  parents  but  only  their  last  moments.  he  creates  stories  of  gore  and  missed  opportunities,  of  revenge  and  sorrow,  and  on  the  first  day  of  august  he  is  published  for  a  novel  he  named  ‘cherry  street’.      finally,  now  seventeen,  he  leaves  the  foster  care  system  and  gains  a  manager.  she  teaches  him  and  cares  for  him,  leaves  him  alone  at  night  in  the  living room  wit  the  promise  to  behave.  and  he  does  for  her.
      he  grows  and  he  gets  his  own  apartment  when  hes  20,  buys  the  blinds  and  locks  himself  in  is  study  for  hours.  he  gains  an  ego  from  al  the  attention,  gets  addicted  to  painkillers  because  they  make  his  heart  stop  aching.  he  writes  every  day  like  its  a  need,  like  he  would  never  survive  if  he  didnt  vent  onto  his  keyboard  and  his  sketchbooks.
     he  is  hospitalized  for  a  year  when  he  turns  23.  his  manager  found  him  clawing  at  his  own  thighs,  tearing  at  the  skin  until  blood  poured  from  the  edges  as  if  looking  for  something.  a  horrible  trip  and  his  nightmares  becoming  real.
     he  leaves  the  hospital  once  again  quiet,  fake  smiles  and  gentle  caresses.  he  stops  writing  and  blocks  his  manager’s  number.  he  swears  he  sees  his  stories  out  of  the  corners  of  his  eyes,  like  they  are  following  him,  desperate  to  be  finished,  talked  about,  adored.  he  is  27  now  and  still  he  is  haunted.
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crypticbrat · 5 months
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i want!!! to suck cock so bad. g o d I want to choke on something right now. take a few hits, take a shot, deepthroat, repeat hhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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lambment · 3 months
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request: "What do your bishops look like and how does the lamb think of them?"
I haven’t decided (or started) on designs yet. As for my lambs opinion, they process everything through humour, I would say this is their surface level opinion on the bishops. There’s obviously the deeper-seated issues they have w them tho.
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dixiedingo · 5 months
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Coming out to say very proud of myself for staying sober for a week. Which is crazy considering I p much spent every other day last year high.
That being said I'm giving myself permission to eat this edible because goddamn the flashbacks got hands.
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s3m3t4ry · 1 year
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idk breh
me when im actually craig tucker !! im geniunely better now guys i look in the mirror and im hapy now i just wanna go home theg said thy cant send me home but they can they just wont because their assholes i have a 1.1 and its annoying i almost kissed a girl and i was happy !! but no w im sad adn slept all day i wish they didnt drug me up at 11 bruh now im 13 and i dont neeed meds im fine i used to do drugs every dqy ane drink and i was happy !! now im sad as fuck, i was s happy bruh !!! i jus wna get this over q and die im so happy tho bruh like i need to CHOOSE and i cant see my keyboard bc its so dark kms
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theminiartblog · 6 months
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Okay, we are going to learn a new word today: 
Indigestion.
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