Can I Tickle Ur Pickle

     If I die tomorrow...

Don't tell my friends.

     Tell them I traveled to a far away place, they'll never see.

     Tell them of how famous I am for my talents, but they'll never see me on the news.

     Tell them of how lucky I am, but they'll never see me in the lottery drawings.

     If I die by my own hands,

Don't tell my friends.

     Tell them how old and wrinkled my hands grew, instead.

          Tell them of my joyous, happy life.

     Don't tell them of my sorrows and greif, those are only for me to carry.

     Don't tell them how heavy everything was, how my thoughts were hurtful.

     Dont tell my friends how responsibilities pulsed in my skull, constantly, and how I always ignored them.

     If I die.

          Lie to my friends.

     I don't want them to know, who I am underneath the shattered visage they seek.

Isn't this wonderful? You're almost 1/4 of the way there 🙃

i wanna read walter x reader fics

like, look at this fucking bitch, i wanna kiss his bald head

I think we all need some soup right now. Reblog to give prev a bowl of their favourite soup.

Untying

Suppress or express?

Depress by the mess that lie there in rest.

Even when I try my best, I can't pass my tests.

Let the past be the past.

I hope that's the last time

I cast false hope.

I'll lie and mope;

Try to cope,

Maybe grab hold of that thin rope.

Grab hold like it's gold;

Tie myself together dispite the cold and mold that rolled around me.

I sat on the ground,

For years on that mound.

I pound on my head with my hands.

I grew addicted to the sound of myself crying.

I think that gold rope is untying.

I conquered 6 too many hands for this page.

Were the sacrifices worth it?

Yes. Yes, they were.

I think I should start posting again-

So here's a doggo

"Not gonna lie, male infertility came in clutch"

I just became a fucking riddler. When I got home after a long day, someone called for me, and I, the greatest critical thinker, announced very loudly:

"A word of warning; a word from the wise.

I tell you in advance, I'm not wearing pants."

I feel amazing.

They are already selling data to midjourney, and it's very likely your work is already being used to train their models because you have to OPT OUT of this, not opt in. Very scummy of them to roll this out unannounced.