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6 months ago

BARBIE???

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6 months ago

Mozzarella


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1 week ago

Should I draw how I feel I'd look after my second ascension or nah


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6 months ago

Can you like imagine a bunch of mortals getting together and taking down a damn void born deity just because it didn't it their morality standards

3 weeks ago
 Art on a white background with black lines. It depicts two figures standing and talking to each other. The first figure, who is drawn simplisticly and has their hand on their hip with an angered expression, says "Some people genuinely believe they're not human!!" in all caps. The second figure is wearing a hoodie, jeans, and skirt, and sports a yellow halo with a pair of wings. He replies "waow" (wow) but a thought bubble shows that he is thinking "Based" repeatedly, in all caps. (ID by pigswithwings)

sounds pretty based to me

1 week ago

woah this is gorgeous

Anhedonia 11/04/2025

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5 months ago

rb to explode a terf ^_^ nonrefundable ^_^

5 months ago

If you think about it isn't that the opposite of being a vampire

Born to be a vampire

Forced to be human


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3 months ago

Pov: my thoughts when I'm trying to fall asleep in my fav t-shirt

A shirt.

Such an easy thing to take for granted until it's the only thing you are allowed to have.

No undies. No pants. No socks. Definitely no shoes. Just a single, old, oversized shirt.

Something he gave me so I wasn't always naked.

He didn't buy it for me, he doesn't buy anything for us other than collars, kennel cages, and things that cause pain...no, it's just an old shirt he didn't want anymore. He doesn't need to buy us anything.

It's all I have.

He burnt all the clothes that I wore when he had me picked up. It's all ashes now. Even my favorite hoodie, gone.

Just a shirt.

He gave it to me after the third week, after he had spent that time properly and painfully introducing me to my role here. I am his pet. I am his muse. I am his plaything.

I am his property.

Captured and flown halfway across the world.

It's a simple shirt, size XXXL Tall, dark gray, very faint remnants of old blood stains (not all of it my own), hem starting to tatter, very small moth holes here and there, band logo all but worn off, hides just enough of me to count as "covering".

It's the kind of shirt one throws out before buying a new one. But he gave it to me instead.

And I cherish it, a gift from my Master.

Such a simple thing.

And yet, it brings me joy.

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Love being born in 2005, hell yeah barbie and the magic of pegasus

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