#and diagusting

[angelicstalker]

You don't miss me at all.

[manicali]

Poetry or some bullshit, idk maybe a song lyric snippet I haven't decided.

Evening brings a special sense. Where ever shifting shades of yellow. Turn to our midnight blue. When lonely souls and hapless fellows. Find a guiding light to run to. Where lies melt like candlewax and we are our only truths. Moths gather to posts, a swarm of tiny wings to the light that shines into ourselves. Mistress Moon tells the truth.

[fanfictionroxs]

Going to start telling people that this is the plot of Not Me 😈

[loser-female]

Oh no, a victim of constant child abuse and overexposure is being cringe on the internet while being a lesbian, let's go and harass her.

[awdr1w3r]

Stop it. Fucking stop it. I can’t go back there.

[satoriberry]

almost all ex-theist/ex-muslim communities in here are dominated by zionists and/or terfs what the FUCK

[deliberatelyamnesiac]

i'm about to finish part two from c&p, raskolnikov's indirect confessions being taken as signs of insanity is so funny in a tragic way

[jupiter-reimagined]

giggling at the fact you can buy alcohol and whatever but nearly get id'd to swim in a lake LMAOO

IKRRRR DNDBJSBSJ

i was talking to my friends about this at the party a few days back and one of them also didnt get ID'd for alcohol at the store, despite looking like theyre 15. bro sometimes *i* look like im 12 so i have no clue whats going on dhjsgsjs cashiers dont give a FUCK

i think the cashiers only ever give a shit when you but cigs (rip to my near and dear bestie who gets ID'd every time)

[gonzodangerfeels]

Some dude: I hate my wife

Me: yanno, divorce her then? Not like it matters with you

[vk06bg]

Doodle

[prompt-master]

oh baby you best believe that I'm going to get my grubby little tmnt girlie hands on those needs the second I'm sure about if I'm moving and get my money shit sorted

[imaginesomethingrand]

A bullet is too good for rapists.

They need to live in constant suffering.

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

A Jojo Fanfiction admitted she is native American

Still claiming to be half Italian though, lulz

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

Just imagining what it would be like for you and Eddie to both drunk and looking for each other. You don't realize you've been talking to one another the whole time.

Steve's party had been going on now practically all night. You and Eddie arrived hours ago, and now you can't seem to find each other. He went off with his friends, and so did you. You mingled and stayed close together when you first got there. But soon, you unintentionally drifted away the drunker you got.

Your face was tingling, and your head felt so heavy. Your whole body just wasn't corporating. Your limbs felt like they were in a constant battle to keep you standing or even walking straight. You kept calling out for Eddie.

You wanted to go home but knew he wasn't driving. Not in the condition he was probably in. He got drunk way before you did. You saw him throwing back shot after shot. Then chasing it down with his favorite beer, a pbr. The thought of the taste is already making you gag. He was a lightweight no matter how much he tried arguing against it.

You were stumbling and kept calling for your boyfriend. "Eddie!"

You even grabbed some random dude just because he had longish hair. He was definitely not your Eddie. You made a face of diagust and mumbled "ew" under your breath when the guy turned around.

The party kept getting louder the drunker you became. Everyone kinda started looking a like. Your vision was nothing but a blur. You even confused Nancy for Steve at one point. All because she had on his jacket.

The funny thing is that she never even bothered to correct you. If it wasn't for Robin speaking up to tell you, it was actually Nancy you were talking to. You would still be calling her Steve the rest of the time.

The killer hangover you're destined to have in the morning made you wish you never started drinking tonight. Too late. You knew you were screwed by the fifth shot of tequila. You and Eddie were going to be in misery.

You stumble again and flop down on the couch next to someone. A man who you really can't even focus on any distinctive features. He's just there slumped back with his legs spread open holding a candle that he assumed was his beer can.

You may be drunk off your ass but not drunk enough to mistake a candle for a can of beer. You look over, and he's nothing but a blurry figure to you. You blink and blink, trying to figure out who he is. Your drunkened mind comes up with nothing. He is another stranger to you. Little did you know that's actually your boyfriend. Who you have been on the hunt for all night long.

You heard him mumbling something in coherent over and over again.

"What you say?" You slurred.

He burped before repeating. "I said you have seen my girlfriend? She's cute. You can't miss her."

"Oh no havent seen her...m'lookin for my boyfriend actually. He's a nerd you can't miss'em" you giggled and sat up a little.

"Haven't seen any nerds around." Eddie quipped and went to take a drink from the candle.

He made a face when nothing went into his mouth. He still has yet to notice his actual beer is on the table.

"Been lookin' for her all night. I even cried at the beer keg." He sounded like he was about to cry again. "Guys out there forced me to come sit down to calm myself."

You put your hand on his shoulder to comfort him. He sounded so sad you couldn't help but feel bad for him. "She's around here somewhere."

"My boyfriend is missing too, startin' to think he's in a bush passed out." You rubbed your eyes and laid back against the couch.

Eddie snorts and goes in his pocket to grab his pack of cigarettes.

"All I know is when I find that little shit I can pass out in peace." He slurred and practically ripped open his pack of cigarettes to get one out.

"Yeah, me too-- When I find my boyfriend, I'm passing out too." You hiccuped, and your eyes slowly got heavier. The party started to die down a lot. People were falling asleep or walking home.

"When you'd get here?" Eddie turned to face you. "Been lookin' for you all night!"

[shoot-of-corruption]

Attractive!! 😘😘

Don't borrow yugioh Manga from me !

[sanomikey]

be real, @forest-and-crabgrass

catty. if you’re going to make a sideblog defending your groomer self, you need to remember to not act like your groomer self.

this means: not saying the same exact shit you said on your last blog. trying to garner sympathy by claiming your “friend” killed themself because you KNOW that’s the only reason anyone would feel a semblance of sympathy for a pedophile is diagusting.

@forest-and-crabgrass and the now deleted blog we-do-not-owe-you-misery, featured in this callout document for grooming, are the same person.

as well as a myriad of other similarities i’d be happy to add later.

you can argue that since they were “best friends”, of course they’d type similar! but this blog is brand new, and suspiciously, only became as active as this after they started pushing this false suicide story. you’re fucking disgusting for faking your death for pity points catty. shame on you for using something as devastating as suicide to try and make yourself a victim once again.

stop harassing people catty. and get the fuck off the internet. you’ve hurt enough people.