#THE DRUGS ARE SAVING ME
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androgynousblackbox · 8 months ago
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It should not bring me such joy being able to bend my fucking knee without a fucking spasm, fuck me to hell.
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zira-draws · 7 months ago
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you guys don't know how many times I've drawn portraits of this fella. probably way too much to be considered a healthy amount... he is just so :(( with his passion for air forces :((((( cmon man :(
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depresso-espresso-5150 · 8 months ago
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Sometimes it scares me how much I think about going out for a walk, and never coming home. How willing I am to leave everything I have, and everyone I know.
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ilovemesomevincentprice · 3 months ago
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Freaking out on LSD, Vincent Price learns about fear the hard way --
THE TINGLER (1959) dir. William Castle
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ophanstears · 1 month ago
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i could explain why anyone that says "flowey cant feel (positive emotions) because he doesnt have a soul" is wrong but i dont feel like it. all you need to know that as a fellow trauma survivor he is my puppet to project onto whether he likes it or not
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read the tags for more i suppose
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mxrtified777 · 6 months ago
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i have been THINKING make it STOP
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kiwicidios · 1 year ago
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 ࣪   ⊹  👼🏻 . ৲
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anuyuri · 5 months ago
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doodle
Original under the cut.
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critterishere · 1 month ago
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A loving god wouldn’t let such a filthy creature exist.
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s3d4t3m3 · 3 months ago
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My favorite pass time is doing drugs in the woods while serving cunt ☆
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starzwithapen · 1 year ago
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OKAY SHE HAS GOT TO BE JACKED BECAUSE ??????
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boldandburnt · 6 months ago
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I can't stop cutting. its the only relief I can feel, only momentarily. everything is so loud, so bad and I don't know what to do anymore. I suppose this post is more for me then anyone else but I have no where to turn. I have no support system. I am very lonely. I have friends but they don't deserve to know this. I feel the world on top of me and I have nothing but a blade. I used to smoke very extensively but I can't afford anything. these are the only two ways I can feel peace, I can relax, think about something else. I think about dying often, how I would do it, where and I worry that someday I can't curb this constant dread with smoking or cutting or starving and ill have no choice but to die. my mind is my worst enemy, I feel my world closing in on me and every day my world gets smaller, but I dont. I hate myself and the things I do, I hate my life, my room, my parents. I feel short moments of joy, I do feel joy but the second it leaves the dread it worse. nights are the hardest for me. every night I do whatever I can to get intoxicated or cut or whatever I can to rid this feeling. I have no hope. I have no future. I worry for myself but I question that since no one else really does. I don't want to pity myself or make anyone feel bad. this is a dump of sorts and I guess I just need someone to listwn.
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wishchip106 · 11 days ago
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listening to duster makes me want to think of depressed Charles 😁
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Everything has become so tiring that the only routine he can keep up is injecting himself with the serum. Charles manages to eat something every now and then but the only thing that truly fills his stomach is the alcohol he moved up to his room, which has all gone warm by now.
The days have gotten blurry, so much so that Charles doesn’t remember the last time he woke up or the last time he fell asleep.
Nearly everything reminds him of before Cuba. When he was happy, when he could walk without the reliance of drugs, when he had sister.
Charles doesn’t want to think of Erik, but his face haunts every single dream he has, reminding him what happens when you trust a monster with your heart.
There’s a pile of glass bottles in the corner, building up by each hour. A mixture of trash and clothes can be found strewn across the floor and the bed in Charles’s room. Discarded syringes are overflowing his drawers.
Sometimes Charles can be found sitting in random rooms of the mansion, staring at nothing while he lazily drinks from another bottle of alcohol. Hank found him once, passed out in the attic.
There was one time he tried to break out of his habits. He decided to walk around the grounds, take in the fresh air and nature. Before he could even make it halfway he collapsed on the gravel, his last dosage of the serum wearing off.
He screamed for an hour before Hank came. The voices yelled in his head while he was forced to look at the satellite facing towards the mansion.
Charles never went back outside again.
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ryanthel0ser · 1 year ago
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I need to take a moment to appreciate Ogata's artwork for DMC because what did they put into that artstyle oh my god (also I have a bunch of the art they made when they first started to work on Visions of V and I want to share the ones I have saved)
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royalarchivist · 1 year ago
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Fit: Pac... I– listen. I know you started taking that medicine 'cuz you wanted to find an antidote, but you really gotta stop. This is not you, I know you Pac, you’re not– you're acting strange.
Pac: This is me, Fit. This is me. This is my new me, you know? I don’t want to go back to that– to that bad and sad place I was, you know? I– Can I be honest with you, Fit? I lost my friend, I lost my friend’s friend, I lost my Egg, I lost my child, I lost everything, you know, I'm– I was completely hopeless, so– so yeah yeah, maybe I wanna be drugged oh and live my miserable but happy life, you know? It makes me happy! At least I’m not in that saddest place anymore. So... I think I might prefer to stay the way I'm in right now.
Fit: But you– you do remember, you do remember 'cuz you just told me all those things. You do remember, Pac.
Pac: I might remember a few things, but you know, I'm feeling way better now! So– there's nothing else I could do, you know! I prefer taking my pills. I’m feeling way better now, at least I’m not crying in some random corner in the Island expecting my friends to come save me, and nobody comes save me, you know? Or expecting my- Mike just pop up out of nowhere and just say, “'Hey Mike!' 'Hey Pac, how are you doing?' 'Hi Mike, I’m doing fine, how about you?' 'Yeah, it's been a long day at this void of death, yeah, but I'm back! Hey! You good?' 'Yeah!' 'What about Richarlyson?' 'Oh he's– he's just dead–'” I DON’T WANT THAT FIT! I don’t want that! I prefer to take the pills. I prefer to take the pills...
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k9punkout · 5 months ago
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in reference to this poll that urak won
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