bangs,
headband,
sunglasses,
stickers,
beanie,

or just don’t. most people think their forehead is bigger than it is

you really did mean nothing to them. how easily you were replaced.

they probably never will apologize, either.

they probably hate me.

Queer Trash LMAO

GAH!

i know, another vent post?

i’m sometimes friends with… toxic people. i suppose. They’ll use me, snap at me, mock me when i get upset… it’s annoying.
But for some DAMN reason, i can’t let go of them. Sure, i can temporarily get rid of them, but i ALWAYS wind up crawling back.
‘i’m done.’ will turn into conversing like normal just an hour later because the other knows if they act like nothing’s wrong it’ll manipulate my brain in such a way that i’ll forget i was upset at them.
BECAUSE I CAN’T STAY MAD AT PEOPLE. I TRY to hold grudges, i TRY to remember ‘hey, this person hurt me. i shouldn’t like them. this is WRONG.’ But i STILL can’t let go of them. It’s like trying to let go of a rope, but it’s tied around your wrist.
because they know that once they seep inside of my head like some sort of disease, make me giggle and feel happy… they can snap at me all they want, i’ll still miss them.

plesae remember i am just spewing out the little period induced rage on my mind. some of this may not make sense and some of the shit is different for everyone, i may be wrong on some stuff.

Some people are more outgoing than others. I see nothing wrong with that. But sometimes, you need to read the room. If someone blatantly says they are uncomfortable, in pain, or upset, you do not joke about it.
[unless you are 100% SURE they’re ok with it, {ex: someone who copes with humor/dark humor}]
It genuinely pisses me off when someone says ‘oh (so nad so) makes me uncomfortable, dont do that’ and you’re like ‘alright’ then they do something that’s like- ten times worse multiple times and don’t take a hint.
If someone is ranting and/or venting, turning the topic on yourself is rude. Relating for comfort is different.
‘oh, your parents fight? well MY parents are divorced, so i have more trauma than you.’ who said it was a competition?

Siloxa (Black Pearl's version) bro i dint have to leave i reloaded bc shit was glitchy then YOU evaporated for likem an hour

Siloxa (Black Pearl's version) i’m going to have to take a photo of my bin full of singles one of these days

Queer Trash it’s shits n giggles

i know who you are gigglges

𖤐𝐸𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝑀𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓂𝒶𝒸𝓀𖤐 i know the feeling of knowing something is bad but being worried to tell an adult because you know there will be conesquences. It fucking sucks.

𖤐𝐸𝓂𝒾𝓁𝓎 𝑀𝑒𝓇𝓇𝒾𝓂𝒶𝒸𝓀𖤐 oh dear. I’m really sorry that happened to you, and i hope she gets consequences. If you need someone to talk to, please do not hesitate to talk to me. I hope you feel better soon!! <3

Siloxa (Black Pearl's version) would you like to call the doge is here

[For the record, this is about ‘future carrie’, when she’s 21.]

Carrie, obviously, loves her neice. They aren’t related by blood, but that’s the least of her worries.
As most would know, Carrie suffers from schizophrenia.
She medicates it now, obviously. Though sometimes she forgets her pills.

sometimes, she loses that small green bottle in the unorganized clutter her small bag was.
And she’d panic. Most of the time, it was at her apartment. She could just call Sofi or Vapor [as- it’s VERY hard to look for something, hell, it’s hard to FUNCTION when voices scream in your ear.]
Those fucking voices.
Dee, iris, and eve.
They never went away, did they? The sneers hidden in a child’ voice.
One came more than the others. She didn’t bother to remember who.
Panic attacks usually came as well. She tried to hard not to go back into her old ways, she had enough scars throughout her body as is. But sometimes she’d run her hand through her hair just a bit too hard and stare at the small clump of hair she ‘accidentally’ tore out.

And God, it’s fucking terrifying when it happens around Everleigh. She’s only eight. Sure, her mother has informed her auntie carrie can… see things that aren’t real, but she doesn’t really understand.
Carrie was very good at hiding stuff. She taught herself to be.
But it was really hard to keep a straight face when; while you’re playing a game with your neice, there are voices snarling in your ear. saying;

“Kill the girl.”

“Throw it at her head,”

“Make it hurt.”

“Show them how horrible of a choice they made trusting… you with her. the lion and the lamb. Show her how your body’s meant to kill her. to make her suffer”
It was enough to make her fingernails dig into her palms, her heels dig into the ground, and to chew on the inside of her lip so hard it was a wonder it hadn’t bled.

Siloxa (Black Pearl's version) OH MY GOODNESS FARTFACE EYRTEE ILL SHOW YOU HOW TO MAKE STARS N SHIT OMHHHGGGGGHGHGH

also they’re called pony beads

Siloxa (Black Pearl's version) you do know that can be… against site rules?

Siloxa (Black Pearl's version) i don’t remembre telling you you could have posted this screenshot

The person i met yesterday that was really nice finally followed me on pinterest BUT THEIR PROFILE IS PRIVATE SO I CANT FOLLOW OR MESSAGE ThEM

Siloxa (Black Pearl's version) dm me if you’d like to collab i’ll think about it