♠ hated by @damascusDoctorate


X WE WON!!!! x

@damascusDoctorate You'd rank higher if you did that cosplay, I bet.

yep, thats the one

X I think this cosplay is the best idea there could be x

If I may? Yorha 2B.

That's what you do best.

You can't run forever.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@damascusDoctorate The final sign of madness. I put the bottle down and I looked in the mirror. I had no idea what the balance was between being out of my mind enough not to feel what I was about to do, and being in my mind enough to do it properly. I don't think I put the lid back on, but it was empty anyway. Did I drink that much? Nevermind. I have to get this right. The open razor was just where Dad left it, shiny enough to reflect light, but not shiny enough to see my face in it properly. Good. I didn't want to. I took my glasses off, knowing the arms would get in the way, and I planned out where to start. One of my felt-tip markers would do. I traced a clean line in green ink around my face, from the top of my forehead to the front of my ears down to under my chin. If I couldn't make myself hold this body together, I'd teach myself a lesson and get it right the next time. God did I underestimate how much it would hurt going in. It cut just as cleanly as I wanted, but that didn't make it any better. I stopped, and bit down onto the back of my other hand as I tried to keep going, but I barely cut a centimetre before I had to stop. I couldn't see properly anymore anyway. My vision was blurring from the water in my tearducts and I didn't trust myself to see through them. Nevermind. Maybe that'll be a start, anyway. And if it's not enough, I can always try again later. Later? What later? #cw-self-harm #substance Would you look at that, this one came back up how interesting. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗

I want you to remember You need to heal.

You don't get that luxury.

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@damascusDoctorate The final sign of madness. I put the bottle down and I looked in the mirror. I had no idea what the balance was between being out of my mind enough not to feel what I was about to do, and being in my mind enough to do it properly. I don't think I put the lid back on, but it was empty anyway. Did I drink that much? Nevermind. I have to get this right. The open razor was just where Dad left it, shiny enough to reflect light, but not shiny enough to see my face in it properly. Good. I didn't want to. I took my glasses off, knowing the arms would get in the way, and I planned out where to start. One of my felt-tip markers would do. I traced a clean line in green ink around my face, from the top of my forehead to the front of my ears down to under my chin. If I couldn't make myself hold this body together, I'd teach myself a lesson and get it right the next time. God did I underestimate how much it would hurt going in. It cut just as cleanly as I wanted, but that didn't make it any better. I stopped, and bit down onto the back of my other hand as I tried to keep going, but I barely cut a centimetre before I had to stop. I couldn't see properly anymore anyway. My vision was blurring from the water in my tearducts and I didn't trust myself to see through them. Nevermind. Maybe that'll be a start, anyway. And if it's not enough, I can always try again later. Later? What later? #cw-self-harm #substance 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@damascusDoctorate The second sign of madness. I'm on my own now. And for once, I have nobody around me to interact with, nobody to absorb from. All my life I've mimicked other people's mannerisms and interests, and now that that's all taken away from me I don't know what I have left. It drives me insane. Do I have any interests? Any hobbies? How much of this is really me? How much of this did I pick up to blend in? I've broken myself up to make a shape that fits, but now there's nothing to fit into, and all I'm left with is a chunk of splinters. What am I? You know what you are you always have. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗

I don't have that agency This is my purpose

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@damascusDoctorate The first sign of madness. That night, the third time I met the fuchsiablood in person. When I went home, I thought I saw someone else outside my window. I ran up close, horrified, excited. But they only got closer. Then it hit me. That face I didn't recognise was a reflection of my own. I ran to the bathroom mirror. My face had changed. Only slightly, but the more I looked, the more flaws I unpicked. My eyelashes were wrong. My eyebrows aren't that shape. Was my nose always that angle? I wanted to hit the mirror with my fist and break it, but I couldn't disrespect the house my father had left me. I curled up into a ball on the ground and cried until my head hurt and my glasses that no longer fit me began to cloud up. Until I fell asleep. Every night it happens again. I never thought about how lucky I was that I'd go to bed with the same face I woke up with. I took it for granted. God, what I'd do to undo this. Your feelings are valid, you know them better than anyone. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗

You are the ones who confessed not I
B✤✤GER B✤✤GER B✤✤GER B✤✤GER BLEEEHHH S✤UND ✤F ME BARFING ✤N Y✤U BLEHHHH

.too much greeN
looks lame

bad

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MMMMM.... (CHOPS NOISES) ONE MILLION YEARS DUNGEON !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#nuketrroyerr
꒰8 yeah wiping my azz after i put you back in the ro-om. the eviL ro-om. 8꒱
꒰8 heh, we'LL see about that shit *gLazzes shine* 8꒱

Okay, keep those inches where they are while I go change.

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