the gods have not spoken in my favor
seeing ask blogs really makes me want to make one myself...
help how does tumblr work on a phone
ive accidentally presed so many buttons
um anyway
im fucking stupid i wanted to wear a soft shirt but also not show the fact that i was wearing said shirt cause it has an embarrassing design and im not fucking five and i dont want to get made fun of so i put a hoodie over it but i live in fucking texas so this hot ass bitch of a state and the fact that my school doesnt believe in air conditioning unless youre wearing a tank top and freezing to death its so fucking hot agghhh
i love music that leaks through my skull and into my brain
i bet you anytihng though my mom would think of it as awful
shes very picky abt music
im sobbing i looked up 'ask blog help' and was instantly met with porn what the fuck đ
i might just kms WHY DID I HAVE TO MAKE A WHOLE FAMILY LINE
thank god not all of the children have to come from sexual reproduction
man im bouta make myself a sticker chart for doing homework cause my parents aint giving me any positive reinforcement
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Even if itâs small. Even if itâs stupid. Every characterâfrom your MC to the one-line baristaâshould want something. A promotion. Revenge. A nap. World domination. That want shapes how they act.
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my parents have had a phone longer than i have why do i know more than they dođđđđ they dont know what theyre doing
me when i tried to play my story so i could hear how it sounds out loud and on the google doc i have warnings on it and a teacher walks by and basically hears some part of this
(Warning: This story depicts themes of child neglect, war, abuse, death, trauma, and injury. Viewer discretion is advised.)
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i hope they dont remember my face because yesterday i was listening to a serial killer podcast...
how long has this fucking black dot been on my face and has it been on long enough that i should start considering social suicide