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my birthday cake of my favorite splatoon image. unfortunately it cost one hundred dollars because safeway does not say that different types of cake cost more or less on the custom cake form and i accidentally made it twice as big as i should have. so many people were looking at me funny in the safeway so it was both hilarious and embarrassing i think. i hope yall enjoy this stupid joke
You’re a fucking loser, man
Well, life’s a fucking uppercut
Right inside my fucking gut
Wanna fuckin’ end it but
I don’t have the balls to
Fuck, I’m such a pussy, fuck me up
Kid trunks 777 ft.xxxtentacion
“I’m doing drugs just to maintain - part of the reason that I can handle this damn pain”
— XXXTENTACION x KiD TRUNKS | 777
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𝓲 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓮𝔁𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮₊˚⊹ ࿔
~🔮🌞🥀~
~i find raw emotions beautiful, the ‘uglier’ they are the more beautiful i think they are because its genuine. Im disgusted but also mesmerised by my own emotions. I only ever want to get worse. ive never had any wish to recover. It hurts but its the hurt that i feed off. if thst makes sense. time and time again i tend to imagine myself at the bottom of a tower thats like a prison, sprawled out on the floor. suffering because i’d finally let myself succumb to my mental illness. I dont know if any of this even makes sense.i i think its time for a cigarette🫶💖i dont wanna live(ldr reference) but atleast music is good~
𖦹₊ ⊹Anyway heres a poem~
how to never stop being sad
let the anguish fester inside of you,
let the chilling hands of this demon become your embodiment,
let the waterfall free from the imprisonment of your eyes,
drain yourself of the blood congested in your veins,
drench yourself in the crimson trickling into the crevices of your body,
as if swimming in the deepest body of water,
let yourself drown,
become the sorrows you fear,
depleted as you begin to embrace the void,
leave it free to poison your mind and body till your left an empty carcass,
walk through the simulation of life,
a living dead girl,
the void in your eyes so potent,
let the torment orchestrate your life.
~.°˖✧ 1 of 89 poems ✧˖°.~
im not so sure whether i like the poem or not but its there to read anyway<3🫶💖
~𝜗𝜚
no one really cares for what i have to say, not even my ‘friends’.this blog is like my safe space idk.i spent ages trying to make this perfect.hopefully this post reaches the girls(and non girls) that get it!💖
⋆⭒˚.⋆if your reading this i love you ₊˚⊹ ᰔ
~𝜗𝜚
Song im listening to~
(i do this because i love music and im always listening to music and i like letting people know what im into)
I know - Fiona Apple
More CDs for my collection!
Yes that is an Adam Sandler disc and I stand by my decision to buy it.
great breakdance🙄 AvVİRAL video
#Viral #saturday #breakdance
i organize my pinterest boards because i can’t organize my own life
complete masterlist
Coffee | Jarad x reader
this was requested.
warnings; cuss words.
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IT WAS MY LAST SHIFT OF THE WEEK. Finally Friday had come and we close early the cafe. I decided to start cleaning the tables, considering that in thirty minutes we would close, no one would come and if they did they wouldn't be on the tables. Today it was only me and my best friend Jasmine working.
We've worked together ever since the beginning of high school. She was a music fanatic and I preferred books, but we put aside our many differences and we can't be torn apart. The only thing she would do outside of work was listen to music and spray paint shit. I would read and draw. I only listen to music when I'm sad.
Which was today actually. So I actually payed attention to what they were playing on the radio today. They just played the same songs over, and over, and over. That's why people get sick of them, like any song that my mom would loop for hours, I now hate. I mean I hate Despacito, Shape of you, Look what you made me do. They are all so fucking repetitive now. Or songs that are way to happy that make you depressed.
"Y/n! If you want I can finish your shift for you!" Jazmine said as she approached me, I shook my head.
"No it's fine jazzy, you can go home, I just have fifteen minutes left of my shift."
"Okay" she lingered "don't say I didn't offer" she said taking off her apron and walking out the door, the bell ringing.
I continued to clean the tables, hearing the bell ring again.
"Jasmine I told you to go home-" I said looking up. It wasn't Jasmine, but a man I'd never seen before.
"Oh- I'm sorry, I thought you were my friend, sorry, um can I take your order?!" I was embarrassed to say the least.
He was a little bit taller than me, I'm 5'4, so I think he was 5'7 at least. His dreads were dyed blue and it looked like he had just shaved. His soft brown eyes smiled at my slight embarrassment. He looked familiar but I brushed it off.
"Yeah, a coffee with a side of your number, please" he laughed looking down as he sat at the counter. I cursed to myself, to give my number or not to give...
"It'll be right up-?" I stoped since I hadn't gotten his name.
"Jarad, Jarad Higgins" he responded looking back up at me.
I smiled "Y/n, Y/n L/n"
"That's a beautiful name, y/n" he repeated, testing the name.
I blushed and turned around to make his coffee, feeling his warm stare on me,
"Do you want cream, or sugar?" I questioned looking back at him.
"No, just black coffee please y/n" He smiled.
Hearing him say my name the way he said it, made me feel like we had been friends since birth. There was something about him that I liked.
"So what brought you here?" I asked setting his coffee in front of him, curious of what had brought him here since I had never seen him before.
"Just passing through here" he responded grabbing his cup and bringing it to his lips taking a sip. His lips looked so soft and kis- ok y/n stop, you just met the boy, don't get ahead of yourself! You know nothing about him, you are about to get out of high school, you don't know how old he is!
"So will I ever get that number?" He laughed a bit as he set down the cup.
"Maybe" i tested him, he smirked "ok, how about we make a deal?" He said seriously.
"With a stranger me- never!" I joked.
He ignored my child-ness "How about you let me take you out on a date- for dinner, and if you have a good time, maybe I could get your number?" He asked.
I thought for a second, I mean I would love to, well y/n if you don't do this you will probably be single forever...
"Okay, deal. Meet me here later at 8:30" I smiled biting my lip.
He stood up to leave, before he walked out he said "It was great meeting you y/n, I'll see you tonight" and he disappeared.
The way I hated this hit different though 😩
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