
Ignore that its pink i hsve a giant neon pink sign in my room

I really like it
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☆ he/him ᴘʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀʀᴇᴅ. ☆
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☆ he/him/ᴛʜᴇʏ/ᴛʜᴇᴍ/ɪᴛ/ɪᴛ'ꜱ ☆
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☆ ᴏᴍɴɪꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ - ᴅᴇᴍɪꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ☆
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☆ ᴀɴxɪᴇᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴅʜᴅ ☆
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☆ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ, ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʀɪɴɢ ɪᴛꜱ ᴏᴡɴ ᴡᴏʀʀɪᴇꜱ. ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ’ꜱ ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ɪꜱ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ. ☆
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☆ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴅɪᴀʟᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴀʟ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ☆
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i love the huzz

Ignore that its pink i hsve a giant neon pink sign in my room

I really like it
if you’re stressed, overstimulated, or crying, i’ve recently discovered something that helps me calm down a bit.
i literally just sing to myself, exept i sing those really stupid songs that are so bad they’re funny. or just any song i find calming. i either try to get myself to laugh from my own stupid broken singing or just calm myself down by taking my mind off of whatever is overwhelming me and instead singing.
this is what i do when my parents argue. i close the door so the sound isnt as loud, then i gently sing to myself and pet oakley. looking at her stupid face also makes me feel better.
[im not a mod]
I don’t care if it’s someone you trust or not. Someone IS getting into the accounts, and i’m not sure who. If people can hack the views, they sure as hell can hack the accounts. I’d like to assume they’re getting into dms or something.
I told blake my password and that night, when i’m at fair, someone messaged blake weird shit and changed my username and password.
I had to make a new account.
and that was just the second time. the first time they kept logging me out.
Now, it’s happening to someone else.
I really don’t think anyone should be giving their password out, and if you do, i’d change it soon after.
i hope whoever this is gets stopped soon.
JUST SAY YOU’VE RUN OUT OF THINGS TO SAY.
WISHING SOMEONE GENINE HARM OR TELLING THEM SOMETHING LIKE:
“i hope your dad sa’s you again!!”
IS NOT A JOKE. SERIOUS MATTERS ARE NOT FOR YOUR ADVANTAGE WHEN YOU DONT LIKE SOMEONE.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH SOME OF YOU PEOPLE JESUS CHRIST
STOP NORMALIZING SHIT LIKE THIS.
…woah the wind was loud today.
theres a doug
in your bib cage 

They call it creeping, I say loving, it’s the only way for me
Filling out papers, signing waivers, but I stay outside his reach
I name your mother and your father and the first pet that you keep
I know your favourite place to dine at when your cheque comes in each week
I know you do your wash on Sundays and you separate your whites
And that your car needs a new tire 'cause last week I laid those spikes
I’ve got a million polaroids with all the dates penned in red ink
I sneak a walkie-talkie in your room to listen to you sleep
You just don’t know it yet, but you love me and I love you the same
One day we’ll have a pretty wedding, and I’ll be your everything
We’ll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part
Oh, you don’t know it yet but baby I’ve already got your heart
Some call it stalking, I say walking just extremely close behind
I’m sure if I sat down and asked you, well, you really wouldn’t mind
You’ve got those eyes that drive me crazy
And I’ve got eyes to watch you sleep
I brought a pack lunch and some coffee
For my stakeout in your tree, outside your house (shh)
Gotta be as quiet as a mouse, or else you’ll call the police
And I’ll get done for somethin’ stupid like disturbance of the peace
And piece by piece, I am collecting all the things you leave behind
And when you don’t, I rummage through your bins to see what I can find
You just don’t know it yet, but you love me and I love you the same
One day we’ll have a pretty wedding, and I’ll be your everything
We’ll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part
Oh, you don’t know it yet but baby I’ve already got your heart
You just don’t know it yet, but you love me and I love you the same
One day we’ll have a pretty wedding, and I’ll be your everything
We’ll be together, yes forever, we will never ever part
Oh, you don’t know it yet but baby I’ve already got your heart
I think the color is beautiful. Hypnotizing.
Light red’s fine, but i’ve always prefered my red deep.
maybe that’s why i cut myself. The pretty colors seeping out of my skin in clean cuts distracts me from my stress for a moment. it feels like a prize. but if i cut too deep, i don’t stop bleeding for a while, and that’s bad.
I haven’t relapsed in a few weeks.
the scars are fading. i need new ones.
the thoughts are coming back. more frequent.
it’s not like i’m trying to quit. I can’t. I could if i wanted to, but it’s my cry for help. my sick cry for help. i need someone to see. anyone. and realize how much i’m hurting.
i’m broken, and i’ve learned to accept that.
i forgot to state, but i do not want/expect any sort of pity/comfort. i just- wanted to get it out.
i eat hot cheetos with cracked lips so they get bigger and red
diy lip plumper
its all low quality videos that dont match with the audio most of the time 
who wants it
OH MY GOODNESS BEST COMPLIMENT THANK YOU TWIN
new york but not the city part 
that smile IS creepy but thats what makes it so tuff
aura so huge i felt it and had the urge to check mppc fr 
BIH HOW OLD DO I LOOK [best compliment btw]
i turned 12 in september 
the two rats in your room when you drop a hot cheeto
