its not like you all didn’t know because im really ass at like- keeping things hidden

i figured out who lied to me though!!! oh wow and i sure was suprised at what some of these people on here thought about me. anywho, at least i got the truth outta them

nitrogen isnt real, never was

simply made this account for shits and giggles untill too many people giggled about me and i decided to shit on them

props to those who knew who i was and kept me hidden, they’re the real ones

also, imagine being a two faced liar bro i never expected that plot twist.

if you still dont get it,

jordan’s not back because she never left <3

Im ass at facial anatomy so im PROUD

Mmmmmmm

if someone asks you something politely and you dont talk to them much, please dont reply like you have a stick up your ass <//3

happy valentines day for all you

straights

gays

lesbiens,

bis, pans, and omnis

and obvi the poly ppl

and the one random teenage girl who’s probably posting on tiktok about how single she is for pure attention

GHOSTFACE

I HAVENT EVEN WATCHED THE MOVIE BUT HES SO ZESTY LIKE WHAT-

LEARN.

Bc i didnt js draw this

without drawing these

(And i KNOW in a year im gonna look at that top jax drawing and go ‘mane this art is shit’)

Whatever happened to the young, young lovers?
One got shot and the other got lost in
Drugs and punks and blood on the street
Blood, blood on her knees
Bloody history (yeah)

Whatever happened to the hayloft?
Burnt to the ground, and what about Pop?
He took his ass back to the crack shack
With his long johns on, singing that old song

My baby’s got a gun, my baby’s got a gun
My baby’s got a gun, I better run
My baby’s got a gun, it goes
Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom

An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg
A shot in the heart doesn’t make it unbreak
She really didn’t wanna make it messy
She really, really didn’t, but the girl gone cray

My baby’s got a gun, my baby’s got a gun
My baby’s got a gun, I better run
My baby’s got a gun, it goes
Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom

She crucify (she crucify)
She crucify (she crucify)
She crucify (she crucify)
Hey Pop, you die, you die

My baby’s got a gun, my baby’s got a gun
My baby’s got a gun, I better run
My baby’s got a gun, it goes
Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom
My baby’s got a gun, my baby’s got a gun

My baby’s got a gun, my baby’s got a gun
My baby’s got a gun, I better run
My baby’s got a gun, it goes
Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, boom

My baby’s got a gun, my baby’s got a gun
My baby’s got a gun, I better run
My baby’s got a gun, it goes
Boom, boom, crack, ga-ga-ga-ga, boom, ga-ga-ga-ga

She’s not a bad kid
She’s not a bad kid
But she had to do it
She had to do it
They’re not a bad kid
But they had to do it
They couldn’t not
They had to face off

She’s not a bad kid
But they had to do it
She had to crack
She had to kill Pop

𖤐𝐸𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝑀𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓂𝒶𝒸𝓀𖤐

“So… You got a boyfriend…?~”

‘why, do you want to ask me on a date…?’

“Maybe~ Do you have a boyfriend?”

‘…no-’

“You never told me your name…~”

‘…why do you want to know my name…?’

“I want to know who i’m looking at.”

SLAM.
The door roughly closes, signalling Carrie’s angered arrival.
Sofi looked up from her book on the couch, closing it and standing up in a mere three seconds.
“Carrie, where have you been?”
Sofi hissed, crossing her arms. It had been almost two days since Carrie was back at the house. God knows what she was doing. And obviously, her clothes were stained with blood. And it smelled like hers.
The thick metallic scent of blood made her throat burn, but she learned to supress those feelings; getting used to it.
“I’ve been… out?”
Carrie said dryly, making her way to the kitchen and rummaging around it like a raccoon buried through trash. It was obvious she was cranky from lack of sleep, and definetely did not want to talk about whatever she had gotten into.
The kid was hungry, tired, and looked like fucking shit. [worse than usual, if that’s even possible.] And Sofi was going to figure out why.
“You’re hurt.”
Sofi stated simply, crossing her arms. This wasn’t a question, this was an observation. The just barely healed gashes on her arm did not go unnoticed. They reeked. Carrie in general- reeked.
“And? I always am. I’m- i’m fine. It’s nothing serious, really.”
Sofi slammed her hand on the table with such force that if she was human her hand would have shattered. A thin crack appeared in the marble, but that was the least of Sofi’s concerns. Carrie’s eyes flashed with something one could only call fear. pure. fear.
“Goddammit, Carrie! What is wrong with you? You never tell me anything, and-”
And i feel like i’m failing.
Carrie crossed her arms, nose crinkling slightly in annoyance.
“I don’t have to.”

“Wh- yes you do?! You can’t just- live under my roof and exepct me not to worry about you?!”
Carrie scoffed, rolling her eyes.
“And what are you, my mom?”
And with that, the absolute mess of a girl stormed off, running up the steps and as sofi heard, locking herself in the bathroom.
It was hard to tell what carrie was doing. Sofi’s eyes burned with unshed tears. Her hands gripped into the poor marble countertop as if it was a lifeline. What the fuck sofi, get a grip. She never cries. So why is she doing so over a bratty teenager who- doesn’t even respect her?!

Old one:

New one:

don’t deserve that second chance.

are hurting, even if they won’t show it.

are toxic, they just won’t admit to it.

aren’t worth wasting your time on.

i know it’s hard to let go, but it doesn’t get better.

TEN POINT FIVE FUCKING THOUSAND

wrong um thing this is not school

be careful who you trust
the internet is a dangerous place