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Blake up ur mom :3 (Jk I’ve been super busy, but I had a lot of fun at camp- :>)

Picture this, it’s 1953, and you’re in a smoky bar, just having a drink. There’s a lady on the stage somewhere, singing some jazz or big band standard. She’s got a pretty face (although, you kind of have to have a pretty face in this business), long curly brown hair, and a silky/sultry voice. She’s got this sparkly red evening dress, and matching gloves and heels. She looks so…put together and perfect. What an idol like her should be.
Meet Scarlett Jane Evans.
Commonly known as the Scarlett Haze.
Famous around the world, invited to sing at many respectable establishments as a solo singer or with her (tolerable) partner, Sylvie. She prefers to stick around to New York, but she’ll move around to sing. More notable places that she’s sung at include the Hidden Gem Bar, and a few other places that are…slipping my mind right now. (That’s the one I remember because we go there a lot.)

(Ignore her pipe I forgot to actually color in. )

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I’m back from camp :>
Not dead/ghosting yall i swear
I’ve just been super busy since then, so I haven’t had like any time to log on. :>

G U H.

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.

@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

Shadow wish me luck for next year

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

0reo_Mcflvrryz♥ ~~lowkey giggled-~~
shut up, because I have neither the time nor the crayons to explain to you that your family tree is a wreath. <33

0reo_Mcflvrryz♥ shut up, hay eater

0reo_Mcflvrryz♥ please do not remember my birthda-

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