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don’t u think that there’s a chance that u coukd live without it
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Why do I have a blog it’s literally not even my true self like haha hehee
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The first thing I thought of when I saw this video was: How did the game go so fast. Speedrunning imagination 💭
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So anyways I’m going to get my car and I will be leaving the house 🏡 yy
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The first time had going through a lot of pain and I had a bad feeling that my body was going to get used get realed
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Ok but what if pussy expldo what if what if the what if . did you. vagija. did you know that i was a little girl and i am now a big girl in the world of girls and i am not a big fan of men and i am not sure if i should be a girl or a girl but i am not a girl and i will not be a girl and im not a girl and I’m not a girl and I don’t want to be a girl and I am not an idol and i am a child of a girl and I want to be an idol and I want to be the best girl and I love you so much and I am so happy for you and I am so happy for you and I hope you have a great day ahead of you and your family and I also think you’re pretty cool and have you ever seen The Green Mile?
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aghhh being ignored by ur kidnapper until ur sooo deprived of human interaction that u start begging and pleading for any kind of attention
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Did you know that there’s nothing specific about witches that makes us vulnerable to fire? A good wood fire can reach up to 1000° when well fed, and human skin starts to melt and fuse at around 200°.
Well, what’s left of it after the beatings torture flayings etc etc. however when you’re laying with half your face buried in the smoldering coals of the last witches pyre, surrounded by the blood of townsfolk, the general stench of humans after they die, feeling your right eyeball begin to Pop as the fluid inside stars to boil, you stop really remembering temperatures. Your brain shuts down. You’ve felt enough pain that it’s nearly impossible to even care, the parts of the grey matter underneath that pointed hat dedicated to “survival instinct” and “rational thought” kinda shut down under the weight of “hurts hurts hurts hurts please help I can feel the fat of my cheek bubbling please fucking god help me”
Such is life.
You’re not sure when you passed out but it’s nighttime now, although with all the burning buildings the sky looks almost twilight. Drag up your face from where it’s fused with the charcoal, streams of blood and fat and melted sinew cracking and popping as you scratch at it. Still got some half burnt sticks sticking out. Claw them away. Few teeth and what was once the upper part of your jaw muscle and earlobe comes with it. Gross. You’re going to need a bigger hat to hide this
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Gossamer wings
Transparent strings
Tomorrow greets yesterday
Like all the words on replay
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