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jean moreau :

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reaalll

Honestly, I don't blame Seth at all for being on-sight when it comes to Kevin. If some college sophomore showed up out of the blue and decided to coach my team with bottled cult rhetoric and fanatacism I think I would, also, have throat-punched him on the daily.

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CAN WE STOPPPPPPPPPPPP ROMANTICISING LOLITA

It's not some movie for you and ur daddy issues or whatever.

This is how people most of the time believe the adult over the child.

Lolita was kidnapped & raped.

GET OUTT!!!

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this is gold lmao

"You can call me Toby...heh...everyone really calls me ticci Toby.."

I am not calling you by your street name Tobias

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When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell

'Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell

It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies

Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies

God'll prob'ly have me on some real strict shit

No sleepin' all day, no gettin' my dick licked

Hangin' with the goodie-goodies, loungin' in paradise

Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice (You talkin' some crazy shit now, n****)

All my life I been considered as the worst

Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse

Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion

I know my mother wish she got a fuckin' abortion

She don't even love me like she did when I was younger (Get a hold of yourself, n****)

Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger

I wonder, if I died, would tears come to her eyes?

Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

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will they start loving me if i get really sick ?

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Trigger warning:

The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.

I made myself breakfast in bed.

I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich.

I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass.

I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter.

I washed the dishes and folded the towels.

The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love.

Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal.

Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag.

I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat.

I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current.

With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.

The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog.

I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat.

I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place.

I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading.

I picked a few daylilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death.

I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.

The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.

The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her.

I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents.

I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.

The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.

-Meggie Royer

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Raw Nerves, Blunt Edges

Why do we say "unalived" when it’s suicide, Or twist "rape" into "grape," like we’re scared of the truth? Are we that afraid to confront the horror, That we smother it in euphemisms, Wrapping it in soft lies to avoid the bite?

Frat boy Chad didn’t "grape" Amber, He fucking raped her, Because his sick, twisted ego told him That if he got her drunk enough, Her no would dissolve into silence. He’d walk away, shrugging off the guilt, Blaming her for the drink she didn’t even want, Like it was her fault his hands were on her.

Maddison didn’t just "unalive" herself, She fucking killed herself, Not for your attention, But because when she screamed for help, You called it whining, Dismissed her pain as pathetic. Now she’s a cold body, hanging in the dark, And you’re left wondering why she didn’t scream louder.

We’re so fucking out of touch, Dumbing down the truth to avoid the sting, But maybe we need to feel that sharp edge, Because these horrors are constant, And the truth, no matter how raw, Should be screamed, not whispered, Should burn, not comfort.

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REBLOG THIS. SPREAD AWARENESS.

Hey, so joking about suicide is probably the farthest from funny.

There shouldn't even need to be an explanation as to why this isn't funny. Fucking disgusting.

Please get a grip and realize that the things you say on the internet affect people the same, if not more than in real life.

If you think this shit is funny, get a therapist. You're the problem.

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Ilia continues to jump with steel fucking ankles

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I AM BEGGING SOMEONE TO WRITE Y/N X ILIA MALININ I'M GONG CRAZYYY

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reaĺl

Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

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Realest thing I've seen all year

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

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Information.

A new one beacuse I didn't like my old one.

Name: Chérie Cheron

Age: over 18+

Interests: I like horror games, drawing and hiking.

Requests: CLOSED

Something you should know about me:

I suffer with depression and ed(eating disorder)

Also I'm swedish so English isn't my first language, just remember that when going thru my work.

Also I do not have a masterlist currently since.. yk.. I only got what 2 stories uploaded atm, also they r REALLY cringe so, sorry for that lmao.

My fandoms/stuff I write for:

Creepypasta.

Cry of fear.

Demon slayer.

Resident evil.

Saiki k.

Sally face.

Scream.

Southpark.

This is just fandoms that I'm in, I know alot of other fandoms so if you have something in mind you can just request!

Stuff I write:

Smut (nothing to cray cray)

Fluff

Horror

Stuff I Don't write.

Piss kink, age difference (I'm talking about the werid ones) trauma or rape kink.

Let's do another poll beacuse.. I got more fandoms now.

Fav song:

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Ok, so I thought I was gonna write smth... but idk what y'all want so. Voting time!

I write smut, fluff n like other shit y'all want.

Ok bye pookiez!💋

(Edit here) erm so guys I kinda have a thought for saikik too so just, like or comment if you'd like that to. Thank you lovely's

(Fav song rn)