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  • RE: THIS MAN I ACTUALLY GORG

    Blake ikrr

    Also fr

    posted in Boredom
  • RE: THIS MAN I ACTUALLY GORG

    Blake HELPPP?? also ur not wrong about him being a twink part…

    posted in Boredom
  • RE: THIS MAN I ACTUALLY GORG

    @Pinball_vance IMG_0505.jpeg

    posted in Boredom
  • THIS MAN I ACTUALLY GORG

    VANCE HOPPER I actually LOVE him smmmm like he’s been my hyper fixation other then jayson Todd for AGES nowww kmgg

    posted in Boredom
  • RE: Help lmao

    sorrows lmaooo

    posted in School
  • ABBA was right. The winner takes it all. (A vent writing thing I did bc holy shit the summer depression is hitting.)

    What was it like to lose? All my life, I’ve been held to impossibly high standards that I’ve managed to reach. I’ve been scraping the bar, but I’ve reached the standard. I finally made people proud! I felt good for a while, but this proved that my maximum effort, the effort that exhausts me to no end, the effort that has been forced from me, the effort that takes such a heavy toll on my body, is someone’s minimum effort.
    The feeling of dread that seeps back into my body is cold. I had known the warmth of happiness and love and care, but now I must go through the cycle of being compared to someone else. Insults, demeaning and derogatory comments make their way back into my life, dragging me down.
    I’m fighting for my life in this sea of brutality, struggling to survive, desperately trying to stay afloat, while I watch them float effortlessly, like the perfect being they are. The water they swim in is so clean, and pure. Mine is tainted with blood, sweat, and salty tears. What was it like to lose? It was like normal. It was the norm for me. The only reason it hurts so much is I was doing so well. And then I went and ruined it.
    But I must stand aside and accept my place, below them.

    posted in Vent
  • RE: some words i dont like/dont like to use + resons pst one

    @whatswrongwith-me said in some words i dont like/dont like to use + resons pst one:

    [REASON: i cant prononce it and it sounds like im saying bwueway.]

    it’s like- Rhotacism for your l/rs 😭

    posted in Boredom
  • Help lmao

    In one of the art rooms rn drawing and eating 🤭

    posted in School
  • RE: I'm back and graduated

    Shadow wish me luck for next year 😭 🙏

    posted in Blog
  • Feed Us Your Girls -Lydia the Bard (SA Implications)

    A young girl or a pretty meal
    The line is just so fine
    Little red walked out alone
    Joining the buffet of the night

    See the wolves they wait and watch and howl hoping for a bite
    Of fresh meat on a busy street the minute you’re out of sight

    Little red walked out alone
    Joining the buffet of the night

    But Little Red, she knows these streets,
    So why should she be afraid
    She walks out with her blood red cloak
    But red’s his favorite shade
    You’ll attract the wrong attention
    Wearing colors such as those

    Boys will be boys, wolves will be wolves
    But what does mother know

    Feed us your girls
    The wolves shout out
    Feed us the ones with curves the ones without
    Feed us your girls
    From plate to mouth
    Honey you’re the entree when you dress like that
    And mothers not around

    Dawn arrives and dinner scraps
    Are on the street from just last night
    People whisper 'it’s her fault
    With a red so very bright

    A silly girl
    A common whore
    Someone cover up that sight
    No one likes to see leftovers by the dawning light

    Little Red walked out alone
    Joining the buffet of the night

    But Little Red she knew those woods
    Each tree and every stone
    Doesn’t matter either way
    When there’s a wolf inside your Home

    You can hear the growling
    So You throw the dog a bone
    You’ll catch more bees with honey dear
    But what does mother know

    Feed us your girls
    The wolves shout out
    Feed us the ones with curves the ones without
    Feed us your girls
    From plate to mouth
    Honey you’re the entree when you dress like that
    And mother’s not around

    Little Red was not a meal
    A little girl is not a tease
    A cloak is not an invitation for what’s underneath

    Our no does not mean yes
    There’s no riddle, there’s no test
    Blood red clothes alone at night shouldn’t equal death

    But the wolves are very hungry
    Gnashing pointed teeth
    Don’t care what the wrappers like
    It’ll eat you if you breathe

    So maybe it doesn’t matter
    How we wrap up our skin
    Cos you’d prefer to blame the girl
    Then deal with your own sin

    Feed us your girls
    The wolves shout out
    Feed us the ones with curves the ones without
    Feed us your girls
    From plate to mouth
    Honey you’re the entree when you dress like that
    And mother’s not around

    posted in Song Lyrics