♦ pitied by @starlitDearheart

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:A lost soul You are 8 years old and He is teaching you to play piano. His hands rest where they shouldn't. You feel sick. You are 12 years old and you are playing Mozart. Your fingers slip and your timing is off the metronome is so loud it hurts your ears. His hands are on your shoulders and your heart is in your throat. You choke on a breath as one cards through your hair, frozen in terror. You are 21 years old and out drinking at 3 in the morning. You've been drinking like there's no tomorrow and this bar is the most disreputable one you've been to so far, but a handsome man whom is only a few years older than you by your best estimate has offered to buy you another drink. He slips an arm around your shoulders, and it's only as you down the last of your glass that you realize your mistake. You are 27 years old and He is dead. You're not sure how you feel about this. In theory you should be happy, relieved even but you just feel hollow and empty. Preparations for the funeral are your responsibility as His heir, but you don't care about any of it, all you want to do is You are 32. In another place. Where you are loved. Your name is Jeremy Noir. Your name is Y̷̖͙͠͝ļ̶̧̥̄t̴̨͙͇͑́͋ṕ̶̫̤̺ǘ̸̳̊n̸̖̺͐̕â̵͚̼̖͑v̵̢̯̩̎͘ǘ̶̪͚̬ ̴̗̥̽͆̾ͅZ̵͉̖̈́̌̆j̶̛͎̼̄̂y̸̢̥̰̽̍̋h̶̼̫̍̀̐a̸̬̠͛͝j̷͚̟̞͆͠o̷͙͙̾͐̕ and you will never be happy. You will soon. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗

Random people keep fuckin' followin' me. Whattaya want? I'm workin' here.
why do my thing go up Z:( #why-me. #suggesti\/e
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╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ ╰┈➤ 𝙸 PEED 𝙸N THAT GUYS DMS BECAUSE 𝙸 WWW.AS SCARED 𝙸 WWW.AS SCARED 𝙸T QAS A SCARWWW.D PEE 𝙸.ONLT PEED A L𝙸TTLE
I was gonna make a pos⟡ wishing I had Cheez-I⟡s. Bu⟡ my mos⟡ recen⟡ 2 original pos⟡s were also abou⟡ Cheez-I⟡s and now I'm wondering if I'm ⟡he problem ==⟢

Ah, shit. I think the Boss is gonna fight another Boss, and I dunno where I'm slidin' into this. On the one hand, I'm loyal to th' Boss, but on the otha hand, I'm also loyal to th' Boss. This is just a mess of saltine crackers everywhere.

↘️i am banned from eating my kippered herring finbeast inside. they make me eat it on the smoking area by the loading dock, under the theory that it already smells bad there.↘️ ↗️BUT IT WAS RAINING TONIGHT, WHICH WAS PREVENTING MY MIDSHIFT MEAL, SO I WAS FEELING SAD.↗️ ↘️and hungry.↘️ ↗️AND THEN I REALIZED THAT THERE WAS A LARGE CARDBOARD BOX↗️ ↘️(in the dumpster)↘️ ↗️FROM THE PREVIOUS DELIVERY.↗️ ↘️like a fridge sized box.↘️ ↗️SO I FISHED IT OUT OF THE DUMPSTER.↗️ ↘️of course.↘️ ↗️THEN TIPPED IT ON ITS SIDE.↗️ ↘️and had a nice little cardboard cave.↘️ ↗️VERY SOOTHING.↗️ ↘️very zen.↘️ ↗️AT LEAST UNTIL THE SECURITY PROFESSIONAL FROM THE NIGHT PRIOR STEPPED OUTSIDE TO SMOKE.↗️ ↘️i tried hiding from him by crawling deeper in the box, which unfortunately did not work.↘️ ↗️INSTEAD, HE SAW A SORT OF DAMP, SNIVELING CREATURE.↗️ ↘️(me)↘️ ↗️EATING MY FINBEASTS IN A BOX↗️ ↘️and delivered the verbal cullshot of↘️ ↗️"GOOD EVENING, MISTER SMEGOL."↗️ ↘️which is how my night was ruined before 8 pm.↘️
Ghh maybe it's just 'cause I'm real tired after cleanin' a bunch of blood out of my car seats this afternoon but god I miss him... Sometimes when I'm just mindin' my own business and before I know it I'm thinkin' too hard about how his voice sounds and I gotta start thinking about literally anything else before I soak my goddamn slacks through. What's worse is when I *do* hear his voice- Only it's not really him, just different versions of him, and I gotta be real professional about it. Gotta smile and go "Yessir!" while on the inside I'm trying not to shiver, cry, moan, or hell all three at once. There's nights where I just think about how he clings to my shoulders when we uh... When we'd *Dance*, or the noises he'd make just for me- and I just gotta rub myself blind... I think I gotta log off and head to bed, fucksake... #nsfw

my sleep schedule #mysleepschedule #mynothin
Detective Tip: When a group of gangsters tell you it's going to be "just some light fun and games, no stakes, the alliances don't even matter", they are actually tricking you into an elaborate humiliation ritual.
Detective Tip: Being a good detective does not make you good at Among Us.

I've had worse first days on a job.
Strictly speaking, stealing something from someone that was already stolen with the intent to return it to the original owner isn't morally reprehensible is it?
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I hate that they're right about showers making me feel better. -007

"= i possess enough ability. as long as nothing can defy an infinitely reusable revival, i am. hm, completely fine with this, might hurt though, i am more interested in the rooms. they can ignore me. ="

"= hm. you see, now you are making me want to show up and get lost. are there, hm, places to end up? peculiarities, or is it simply endless halls and rooms, it could be fun if i get to discover things. ="

















