Guys Tumblr had taken over.

Dad bf who introduces you to his new friends as his daughter.

Young gf who smiles cutely knowing what her dad bf is exactly doing getting horny already

this will get me btw

God it’s me again

It’s coming back

ok highk tw drugs

but i took a nap earlier and i had a dream where i was time traveling to like the 80s or some shit but it wasn’t rlly the 80s and i was doing coke for whatever reason & when i was about to get caught for being a time traveler i had to like pop 20 pills (i think it was advil but i can’t remember) to time travel to a new location so i didn’t get caught and idk it was so weird

and i was being a slut like hoeing around n idfk i woke up and i was so distraught it didn’t feel like real life

tmi

this might just be me but im lwk really scared to share a bed with someone bc what if i fart or do something weird while im sleeping and their awake. anyone? 😔

hey, sorry for asking for attention all the time. its actually because over the course of my life all of my friends have left me (or i’ve left them! #takingaccountability) and replaced me so i need constant attention and validation to know you won’t leave and also because i never got much attention when i was younger in general and now there is a void in my heart and i want you to look at things im proud of please i love you so much

hi anon i just finished my last midterm so i’ll def try to get smt tgth ASAP. i’ve written like 3 different drafts for all i see is you bc idk where i wna go with it <//3 sorry nonnie i will try to cook smt up soon 😔

I wish I knew how to be Loved

Hello??? Ham Stroker’s Ejacula does NOT have the Best Ham in the airport btw! I have tried it and know the truth.

wqit so like this exists abd im alive thats cool,, i forgor

i cant die

i cant die today or tomorrow or anyday soon

when i die, i need a partner, a pet, a reason

when i die i want to die scared

i want to die scared of everything i have to lose

i want to die wanting to live

so that’s the closest we are ever getting to poetry on this account. when you spend so long feeling awful all you start to hope for is to have a happy day for things to end. or at least i have felt that desperately before. anyways dogs barking woke me up. im going back to bed.

Ok this is getting ridiculous

You’re telling me my fav enigmaverse character has a rant account? That’s crazy

Beginner Poetry Tips from the Void:

1. DONT SPELL THINGS OUT (at least not all the way through) (calling out younger me here) part of the fun of reading is piecing together the whole story as you read through it, and seeing what ways a poem describes/explores something in a way you haven’t seen before.

2. READ.MORE.POETRY. Like all arts, you have to consume it to create it/get better at it. You can see what you do and don’t like and incorporate it into your own work as well as gather inspiration.

3. AVOID CLICHES. an example: likening love to addiction, but feel free to break this rule if you feel youre exploring a concept in a way that hasn’t been done.

4. WRITE STUFF THEN ABANDON IT. i really struggle with moving on from a piece that sucks, and avoid writing a new draft, but it’s a good idea to treat some poems as a sketch that you can ditch or redo after practicing/exploring a concept. (hoping that writing this forces me to do this lol)

idk but ik

i love walking around with my music up at almost full volume thinking about my stupid ideas for things i will never commit to ☺️

Boo

I can’t post anymore cause my dad found out bout this, kill me now sorry

WHERE is my old man yaoi!!!!!!!!!

𝙶𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙶𝚄𝙻𝙲𝙷 🧚 4:05AM
[ closed starter 4 @cag3dfate ]

The marrow of Victorine resented this part of town, rendered ugly and predictable in its excessive showmanship. Themed tourist traps were especially tasteless, but those which catered for the bottom of the food chain were the worst. Men were greedy pigs with money and opposable thumbs and Vegas was a 24/7 all-you-can-eat buffet, selling to a court of Burger King crowns that their cardboard was actually gold. In the promised land of hookers and blow, sin city nights were the subordinate sex’s chance to feel special and worthy of rolling out of the mud for pricey amusement park perks. Where women were reduced to sparkly sideshows to ride a few rounds, passed through in a tornado of saliva, popped bottles, condom wrappers, and angel dust.

From Victorine’s station, Chevrolet Impala parked in the backlot, every garish fixing of the Glitter Gulch was still too palpable: overhead flickering neon contorted into the shape of a cowgirl, legs spread, soundtracked by boosted bass that occasionally let slip a lyric when a new gaggle of bodies left the privacy doors open too long. As it did so now – Warrant’s ‘Cherry Pie’ signalling that at least half of the employees inside were on their knees choking on facefuls of something white, fulfilling unoriginal sugary fantasies. 

Only under exceedingly special conditions would Victorine be caught dead on this block. Like a dagger dug into her back, the heat radiating off the hood she leaned against reminds her how far she’d come to get answers from her infuriatingly non-communicative client of the hour. A special case overdue for a personal call. She knew the girl wasn’t rich, and unlikely to crack, but it was the principle of a broken deal which incensed her the most – a chance taken, product pledged, just to be smote by the audacity to disregard any commitment to clauses. Those with the most to lose, who knew better but performed the hardest and most convincingly in their neediness, were the most difficult to pursue. Already bled dry, Victorine typically took pleasure in being the penultimate nail in the coffin of such folk. She could take the edge off their ending, but not seal the final blow. Debts were especially troublesome obstacles to chase up with such cases; disrespecting honourable arrangements tarnished all future prospects, making every unaccounted misstep dealt by a harder hand. To break a contract was to ruin a master plan.

Right on schedule, at long last, Victorine finds the pebble in her shoe regurgitated out of the Glitter Gulch’s belly, slinking around mouldy cardboard boxes and empty kegs and lighting up a cigarette she probably also owed someone for. Victorine’s features darken at the sight of Naomie’s restless movements, wringing fresh disdain from stone. It might have been impressive, for such a petite figure to warrant such annoyance and aggravation, if she hadn’t also dragged her shit across Victorine’s path for stepping in.

Victorine is a dart, thrown at full speed. Her steps are brisk and featherlight across parking lot gravel, muscles aching with pent-up anticipation. Unfortunately, Naomie was exceptionally fragile and could not have withstood the beating she was owed. With dues at an all time high, what was one more unaffordable cost? Then her money would still be lost, and an unanswered problem would forever persist. No, Naomie did not deserve the mercy of injury or death, doped blood presumably too acidic to be spilled – her weaknesses had always been her strengths. Empty fisted threats would have to suffice if she expected her to talk.

Victorine strikes in one singular action, driving them both back against the building. Thighs and knees braced flush against Naomie’s, every step forced forward commandeered Naomie’s in reverse. “Your wallet feeling a little light lately, sweetheart?” She braces a forearm across Naomie’s collarbone, slamming her back against the brick with a whiplashing thwack. The urgency of the momentum steals the stripper’s limp cigarette from her mouth in a blur, fading ember barely registering as it flew past Victorine’s nose. Her glare remains fixed on Naomie’s face, chiselling her expression from the shadows. “You said you were good for it,” she hisses, low and taut. “So you wanna tell me why I had to come out here?”