♣ mediated by @damascusDoctorate
I've been so out of it today. Head almost no longer hurty. Have I missed anything relevant? Candy Corn beat Crunch and goes through. Tonight's #CandyBrawl pits: Twizzlers (Red reacts) vs. Sour Patch Kids (black reacts)
so you’re telling me i should aim to be less likable around you??? because now it’s just an unfortunate accidental gift when it could have just been an accidental threat taken wrong lmfao
READ ALL ABOUT IT -- [ I forgot how wonderful it can feel to be feared. ]
man i cant wait to have another hotdog.
No.
Absolutely not. I make a point of double-charging for my kindness.
▲good▼
world 21 beam when world 67, world 69, and world 420 beams walk in:
I might check out that troll-sims-looking game. it seems like a nice hive-building simulator, from what i've seen.
Chews Faster.
you should’ve done it for longer.
There is no Tooth Fairy, there is no Easter Bunny, and there is no Junior.
Oh, gee fucking willikers. Make this one president of Beforus STAT.
𝒜𝐿𝐼𝐸𝒩𝒮 𝒜𝑅𝐸 𝑅𝐸𝒜𝐿?! 𝒜𝒩𝒟 𝒯𝐻𝐸𝒴 𝐵𝒰𝐼𝐿𝒟 𝐸𝒩𝒯𝐼𝑅𝐸𝐿𝒴 𝒪𝒰𝒯 𝒪𝐹 𝒢𝒜𝑅𝐼𝒮𝐻 𝒢𝑅𝐸𝐸𝒩?!
That is, without a doubt, milestone 2 Michael. - 1 Corinthians 10:24
POINT OF ORDER! aren't you a serial culler?
X I think this cosplay is the best idea there could be x
yep, thats the one
And I Would Do It Again, Gleefully. #positive
✿ oh nahhh bruh he in yo behind
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
greetings I am a Juju known as a memory box I lack sentience of course I just felt it right to explain myself. Your deepest memories of pain and strife have all been buried have they not? Let me recall them for you ... You need not even state your name just submit the memory below and I will recall it for you. https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSekfh6j2VgskOqseZDs9N0t5Tnb8gTKihiAPoOtJCD9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=dialog
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.not sleeping on you hard enougH
no hes green like nickel o deon
My daughter piloted one once
Vriska. #vriskaposting
,,,there'$ a $tray,,,meowbea$t,,, ,,,in my hive,,, ,,,what do i do?,,, ,,,i don't like thi$,,,
if i see that guy tagged one more time, i fear i'll implode
All trolls go to human hell forever
@cmallieentertainment pity comment on your buddy’s post
lmfao how i talk to 'vura is not the same way i talk to you, i can guarantee that
:33 < there is no god
You're amongst big alien clown men, Mike, I don't think your shot is landing any time soon. Respectfully.
why are you so obsessed with my height man? be honest right now
꒰8 sometimes fact is stranger than fiction *sLices you in haLf* 8꒱
꒰8 the hounds wiLL hunt ur traiL, youLL never escape ME 8꒱
Isn't it beautiful and amazing that here all are again? I've been a terrible host, can I interest you find fellows in anything? Water? Fruit? While you're here
Like. For shaving. Hey, go back to fighting the short king. @emotionalCorpse Get back here
*tall some trolls have jobs btw (even if i’m slacking off at it rn)
If it's plausibly deniable, then occams razor my friend.
Yeah man, that's what a razor is for. You got it.
lmaaaoooooo
she "slick" on my "spades" 'til she "midnight crew". #nsfw
Nah I just got Homies who have a language I use sometimes. Tome of the doomed sounds dumb.
More people zhould talk like thiz zo I don't have to have the dizpleazure of underztanding their nonzenze.
more like "WO-E mama" 38D