I Wrote A Whole Ass Song And I Was Supposed To Be Asleep.
I wrote a whole ass song and I was supposed to be asleep.
Fuck me slowly with a chainsaw.
~ Salem
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Welcome!
Hello Succubi, Incubi, and Accubi.
(My equvilent of bitches, bros, and nonbinary hoes)
Welcome to my quaint little hell hole!
I am Satan! Or Salem. Whatever you prefer! I am male [AFAB] and I go by He/His/Theirs. I am omnisexual, demiromantic. I am a writer! My writing account is @satan-was-a-writer.
I will fuck you up. Don't try me. I AM male but I identify as Satan. I will be straight up with you. If I don't like you. I will tell you. Don't get on the wrong side of me.
Basically my family:
@dani-maricruz8 - My Mother @angstyanon0 - My Best Friend @nevess - My Sister
My Top Song Artists
Lady Gaga Lil Darkie Doja Cat Mother Mother Maneskin
Bela: Would you rather eat Tiger...
Noir: Never.
Bela: Or a matterbaby.
Noir: The...darlin'...What's a "matter baby"
Bela: Nothing kitten, what's wrong with you?
Noir: đł
I'M CRYING I READ THAT SHIT IN A SOUTHERN BELLE ACCENT OUTLOUD AND NOW I'M IN TEARS
Juliette: Well, well, well... if it isnât my old friend: the dawning realization that I fucked up bad.
Poison: Puppy...what did you do?
Me: I don't like blondes
Also Me:
Bela...my love.
Vivienne: So apparently the "can't commit" thing is because of my abandonment issues.
Zoe: You...didn't know this?
Vivienne: I'm sorry, what?
Zoe: Nothing...nothing. You do you.
Arthur: Okay. Rule number 1, do not go off on your own. Rule number 2, if you do go off on your own, do not go in the woods. Rule number 3, if you do go into the woods, never, ever, EVER make out in the woods, or you will DIE in the woodsâŚ
Clyde:
Arthur: Whereâs Logan and TK?
Clyde: Breaking rules 1, 2 and 3.
Tuesday Mornings...
Not a very well structured poem but I was really in the mindset to write a poem this morning. I found my âoldâ journal with a couple characters I made while making coffee.Â
Sleeping is almost non optional in the mornings Alarms fade into quiet storms Quieter than the thoughts and plans For the day ahead
Gentle hisses from a small dragon The start of a morning filled with change. The coffee begins to brew as I begin to dress.
Words being exchanged between two lovers Arrangements being made And some being cancelled. She too, begins to dress for the day ahead
A cup of coffee being shared between two A cup of wine to occupancy it. They flip through the pages of their past and reminisce on the future.
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My aesthetic says Goth. But how I act is totally different. I look and sound intimidating as fuck but I'm not unless I need to be.Â
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