i hate going to Events. fucking Events man. why are they there. what do they want from me. feels like i always got some bitchass Even coming up.
babes. that might be a sign of something.
mw i am both acting and look high..
woah mama means family
got called neurodivirign today and then the bitch played a sick riff on my guitar. wtf is high school man
as a D1 floater friend, going to a tiny ass high school is weird. itās like. i know EVERYONE. i play sports, so im friends with the popular soccer players. iām in advanced classes, so im chill with upperclassmen. i like art, so im friends with the nerdy art kids. and to make it WILDER, my dad works at the school with behavioral kids. so im friends with the skaters, stoners, and even the kids who get suspended every other week that most people are AFRAID OF. iāve lived here not even a full year and iāve got a wider circle than some of the mfs that grew up here. and iām an INTROVERT.
happy ostara!
āyou belong in the kitchenā okay? and you belong in the soup. get Boiled idiot.
i have herbbs in my hair
when shit is so downhill that you have to put yourself in the soup
pull it together you little bitch ass rat. we got shit to do.
Sighh...
the last thing i see after showing my art teacher a stylized drawing instead of a hyper realistic one.
I miss the butterflies you gave to me
When you let me braid your hair.
You stopped speaking to me
And I donāt know why.
Now I donāt like you
And I certainly donāt love you.
But I am infatuated.
If I could split your ribs,
Tearing you open with my bare hands,
I would curl up in your chest
And lay my head on your heart.
If you were to bring a hammer down
And crack open my chest
I would let you claim that space.
Then you would hold captive my soul
For you already reside in my mind.
So crack me open and burrough inside me
Or let me tear you apart.
Either way
No one walks away
Without a permanent mark.
the other night i had a nightmare that my mom was cheating on my dad with mr beast and i was trying to warn my mom that he was evil but he was right there so i couldnāt outright say anything and i literally woke up in a cold sweat it was terrifying
ideas, art, fandom stuff and shower thoughts. think about a group of gay neurodivergent teens sitting in an empty classroom room at lunch. thatās what this blogs energy is. asks open. please ask.
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