El mejor ❤️🩹 papel de nunu en mundo maravilloso
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I think the fight between Tavii and NuNu was staged. It look straight up choreographed and the dialogue sounded like two bad actors told to improv bully each other, literally going back and forth saying “you’re weird” “no, you’re weird!” like this is not how a Baddies fight usually goes. It’s just very…lukewarm.
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This sprinter drama has to go down as one of the stupidest beefs in Baddies history. Who. The fuck. Cares?! Why do either of them care?! Is there not a million other things to think about than this lunch table bullshit?? Both Nunu and Tavii need to grow tf up this is pathetic
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I’m killing myself
I want to draw but I need to rest but I can’t rest if I don’t draw (⊙_◎)
Bonus:
Small gremlin
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Exit
Hoy, en este día que grita la prevención del suicidio, yo guardo en silencio un murmullo eterno: ¿lo hago o no lo hago?
Porque aunque el alma implora desaparecer, aunque el corazón suplica no seguir, no hallo el filo suficiente para arrancarme de mí misma.
Hace tres meses no debí seguir respirando; lo intenté, y la vida me devolvió con un fracaso.
Hace años también quise partir, pero me obligaron a regresar a esta orilla que me arde.
Sí, lo confieso: sé que necesito ayuda.
Pero, ¿cómo hago que comprendan que ya no quiero permanecer, que soy ruina sin remedio, grieta que no sabe cerrarse?
Quiero irme, aunque el destino sea un abismo de sombras.
Ya estoy perdida en una oscuridad tan honda,
que ni la luz más obstinada podría alcanzarme.
Las sustancias me prestan, por un instante, un calor mentiroso,
un espejismo que calma el hambre de mi alma sedienta.
Y cuando ya no me encuentre en este plano,
solo suplico que me recuerden no por la herida,
sino por lo que una vez fui:
fuego de alegría,
río de empatía,
y un corazón que amó con toda la pureza que tuvo.
-nunu
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we all know about the “I wish I knew you when we were kids; I would have had more time with you before you disappeared” type of grief but what if I did. what if I did know them as kids. what if we did grow up together. what if I already had them for the longest time I possibly could. what else am I to do.
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My mother’s dog will die today
She texted, and said it’s time for him to go.
He turned seventeen last month
And she sent me a picture:
A dour and serious little man in a blue and yellow party hat,
Sat upon the picnic table in the back yard
Of the house my dad grew up in,
That my grandparents built.
It’s been his house for years now,
My mother’s dog.
The little white thing who trots after her everywhere,
Who broke out of my backyard and wet looking for her
When she visited and we went out to dinner.
He worried the neighbors.
But it was okay,
They brought him back over, and I fixed the gate.
And I don’t begrudge him anyways,
My mother’s dog,
He loves her, as he should.
My dear brother dog.
He’ll die today,
And I’m not there
To help my mother grieve.
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Is something bothering you? Have you done the 5 Ps about it?
1) poetry
2) painting
3) playlists
4) posting
5) Pinterest board
