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When I was like 8 my mom took sims away bc I made girls kiss lmao nice try mom I’m still gay



If I was a famous author I would publish a book with ten different endings which all went to print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then when they figured it out I would ‘come clean’, telling them that I had released eleven alternate endings and watch them panic again as they all try to find the last ending.

are you satan

there’s that moment that takes us all by storm, weather it be the drugs, the sex, the music, or even just the love. the moment you drag the razor across your skin, or the moment you take the first hit. We all find something to give us a sense of adrenalin and peace of mind, but what happens when you become trapped in a moment forever? the drugs become your best friend with nothing but a mere moment in time to get a rush. to get away from reality we all find that one thing that will take all the pain of reality away. we see the world in different ways, but why? the struggles we all face happen slowly at different times. we lose the ones closest to us, we become hurt by the ones who we thought would never hurt us. we have become so comfortable with the pain of reality that we must stop and think; is happiness really pain? or has pain become so common that we all hide it. different forms of pain pushed down deep inside of us. do we just lie and pretend there really is something called happiness?


Some men don’t die from the pain,
But from the sadness that drives one insane.
Some put razors to their wrists,
They paint on their skin feeling hopeless.

She starves herself to feel prettier,
As the days go by she gets skinnier.
One unfaithful day she didn’t awake,
His words made her…