Oh and I might throw in the several Lil Darkie songs I have in here

“So you listen to Strut, Military Fashion Show (with not heavily inappropriate but still inappropriate lyrics), Southbound, a song that has blowjob in the name, Seven Minutes in Heaven (say gex song), several other inappropriate 18+ songs… but the handful of OIIA covers and unserious beats make me believe this is for children”
Why would you even tag me as someone who listens to nursery rhymes and shit

I’m legitimately fucking suffering and all I got in response was my boyfriend with fucking sobbing emoji. What’s even funny about this to you

I feel like the people I care about don’t care about me. Of course, they talk to me and act like they care for me, they say they do, they feed me and buy me things and care for me physically. For so long, though, I’ve been in a lot of physical pain and I don’t know why, to the point where it legitimately makes me feel like there’s something wrong with me and that whatever is wrong with me might be fatal. I’m in so much pain, that it feels like I’m truly going to die to it. But, when I complain about my genuine suffering to the people I care about, they cannot take me seriously, they tell me that whatever I’m experiencing can’t be that bad, how they go through worse, that I’m being dramatic, and that even if I am feeling that bad, there’s probably nothing wrong with me and I’m worried about nothing. My pain doesn’t really feel like nothing, but thanks for your fucking input. It was a rant and vent about how I don’t fucking feel good, not a plea for your help or your pity. But, you know, considering I care about you and you’re someone deeply important to me and you have a real role in my life, I would rather you pity me than act like you don’t even give a shit. Wanting sympathy and pity from other people isn’t inherently a bad thing. I complain to the people I love because I want them to show care for me too. Wanting people to care isn’t a bad thing, and you shouldn’t act like it is. Why can’t the people I care for and love, care for me the same way I care for them? I’m not exactly hated by the people I love, I think. I don’t think they hate me or dislike me or don’t care about me. The way they behave just makes me feel negatively because their behavior, while unintentional because they don’t think of it the same way I do, isn’t kind. Next time someone bitches at you about how they don’t feel good, they probably just want you to care.

https://open.spotify.com/track/5n6STq2i8W223SFzHoOy8Y?si=lHSXqZp0THmOFfqcznXK8w&utm_source=copy-link

Conversion, software version 7.0
Looking at life through the eyes of a tire hub
Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city

You, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder? Disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder

More wood for their fires, loud neighbors
Flashlight reveries caught in the headlights of a truck
Eating seeds as a pastime activity
The toxicity of our city, of our city

You, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder? Disorder
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder

You, what do you own the world?
How do you own disorder?
Now somewhere between the sacred silence
Sacred silence and sleep
Somewhere between the sacred silence and sleep
Disorder, disorder, disorder

When I became the sun
I shone life into the man’s hearts
When I became the sun
I shone life into the man’s hearts

https://open.spotify.com/track/5FEXPoPnzueFJQCPRIrC3c?si=DQ2cJ7F2TvSCpvHjGAUJVQ

Uh (what, what), uh, uh (what, what), uh

Day and night (what what)
I toss and turn, I keep stress in my mind, mind (what what)
I look for peace but see I don’t attain (what what)
What I need for keeps, this silly game we play (game we play)
Now look at this (what what)
Madness the magnet keeps attracting me, me (what what)
I try to run but see I’m not that fast (what what)
I think I’m first but surely finish last
Finish last

'Cause day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He’s all alone, some things will never change
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
At, at, at night
At, at, at, at, at night
At, at, at, at, at night

Hold the phone (what, what)
The lonely stoner, Mr. Solo Dolo (what, what)
He’s on the move, can’t seem to shake the shade (what, what)
Within his dreams he sees the life he made, made
The pain is deep (what, what)
A silent sleeper, you won’t hear a peep, peep (what, what)
The girl he wants don’t seem to want him too (what, what)
It seems the feelings that she had are through, through

'Cause day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He’s all alone through the day and night
The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night
At, at, at night
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He’s all alone, some things will never change
The lonely loner seems to free his mind and night
At, at, at night
Day and night
The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night
He’s all alone, some things will never change
The lonely loner seems to free his mind and night
At, at, at night
At, at, at, at, at night
At, at, at, at, at night
At, at, at, at, at night
At, at, at, at, at night

me and my boyfriend

birthday card from my boyfriend

I got 20 dollars

All I have is this;

If WWIV happened in, say, the 2050s and your story is in 2080, then most of the immediate radiation from the bomb would be gone.
Realistically:
Gamma radiation drops dramatically over time.
Most fallout isotopes decay.
A city hit decades ago isn’t automatically lethal forever.
Instead of the bomb itself causing her poisoning:
Prescott is bombed.
Nearby nuclear facilities melt down afterward.
Spent fuel storage is abandoned.
The Queen discovers an exposed reactor ruin.
This is more realistic than decades-old bomb fallout.

June 11 2026 graduate

Bastet male/female

Rainforest male/female

Ashland male/female

just let me in the water vro. be up. get up here. let me down. I don’t want to break my ankles.

free me

His POV

My POV

https://open.spotify.com/track/73H05VMCvcMqrvaM0RPare?si=uTOKrLUiT5qRGbWzYN_8cA

“Bobby, you got to start us off for this one?”

Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man’s made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that’s a-weak and a back that’s strong

You load 16 tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter, don’t you call me 'cause I can’t go?
I owe my soul to the company store

“Next up on the mic, we got our boy, Luke Taylor”

I was born one mornin’ when the sun didn’t shine
I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine
I loaded 16 tons of number nine coal
And the straw boss said, “Well, a-bless my soul”

You load 16 tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter, don’t you call me 'cause I can’t go?
I owe my soul to the company store

“Alright, alright, I’m taking it up”

I was born one mornin’, it was drizzlin’ rain
Fightin’ and trouble are my middle name
I was raised in the canebrake by an ol’ mama lion
Can’t, no high toned woman make me walk the line

You load 16 tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter, don’t you call me 'cause I can’t go?
I owe my soul to the company store

“Johny, take a song”

If you see me comin’, better step aside
A lotta men didn’t, a lotta men died
One fist of iron, the other of steel
If the right don’t get you, then the left one will

You load 16 tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter, don’t you call me 'cause I can’t go?
I owe my soul to the company store

You load 16 tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter, don’t you call me 'cause I can’t go?

I owe my soul
To the company store

https://open.spotify.com/track/6XYJ6RL7GkuDtLxXnsAPkd?si=0D-LXc0CQaGm1is1M5Wb-A

Hi, I’m seventeen, and my name is Bobby James
Every day in school, all my classmates call me names
And so this pusher introduced me to this thing
He said, “It makes you forget pain, but makes you sing”

I got pushed at home; at school, I was a wuss
Now my life’s a domino that pushers push
'Cause I tried it once, but I tried it again
Ran away, two weeks later, I seen my friend
And I said

“Hey there, mister, give me some cash
I’m high as hell, and I’m ready to blast
I’m just one hit away from being passed-out”
Young and assed-out
“Hey there, mister, give me some cash
I’m high as hell, and I’m ready to blast
I’m just one hit away from being passed-out”
Young and assed-out

Man, this would be cute if this were just a dream
A lesson for you to learn, except you’d learn through me
You know, like in the movies, when it ends with a scream
Well, fuck face, I got news; this is real, and I did things
Traveling from Virginia to Cali, broke
Hitchhiking rides, me and my Calico
Shoplift for food when it was desired
I miss my family, miss my friends
I’m so high, and so tired

“Hey there, mister, give me some cash
I’m high as hell, and I’m ready to blast
I’m just one hit away from being passed-out”
Young and assed-out

“Hey there, mister, give me some cash
I’m high as hell, and I’m ready to blast
I’m just one hit away from being passed-out”
Young and assed-out

(Hey there) Hey there, mister, give me some cash
(Could you help me, please?)
I’m high as hell and I’m ready to blast
(Could you spare some change for the world?)
I’m just one hit away from being passed-out
(For the world to see)
Young and assed-out

(Hey there) Hey there, mister, give me some cash
(Could you help me, please?)
I’m high as hell and I’m ready to blast
(Could you spare some change for the world?)
I’m just one hit away from being passed-out
(For the world to see)
Young and assed-out

“Hey there, mister, give me some cash
I’m high as hell, and I’m ready to blast
I’m just one hit away from being passed-out”
Young and assed-out

“Hey there, mister, give me some cash
I’m high as hell, and I’m ready to blast
I’m just one hit away from being passed-out”

Young and assed-out
Young and assed-out

Hey there, mister, give me some cash
I’m high as hell and I’m ready to blast
I’m just one hit away from being passed-out
Young and assed-out

Hey there
Could you help me, please?
Could you spare some change for the world
For the world to see?
Hey there
Could you help me, please?
Could you spare some change for the world
For the world to see?
Hey there
Could you help me, please?
Could you spare some change for the world
For the world to see?
Hey there

pork curry
and yes I did already eat some off the top

I’m friends with a grown man from Belarus. His sense of humor is inappropriate jokes, both offensive and sexual. I don’t mind it, I have established this with him.

However, I have a grown man mexican BOYFRIEND. I also have a habit of constantly hiding my phone from anyone who might try to take a peek, whether its intentional or not—as I often have a certain app open.
Cough cough.

I tell him this, and his response is “I only see you do it when you’re talking to Dozel.”

Yeah, you only see Dozel because he’s the thing I hide from you the least? You’re not supposed to see my c.ai chats, let alone know I use it LOL.

He said he’s uncomfortable with Dozel.

“You don’t have to cut him off, but…” we ALL know that means I’m supposed to cut him off right??

KiwiArkavelVA no but everyone whos already occasionally active at LEAST are gonna talk more