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Punch more than ten babies.
You're being rude again.
Stop it.
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Hot take, but I'll allow it.
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Beer is liquid bread. Pop-tarts are ravioli. Corn dogs are Popsicles. I will not be explaining.
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Having a panic attack? Try shaking your ass to the Mama Mia soundtrack instead.
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In that case, *I* am looking for six men to sacrifice.
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Haley ★ 24 ★ Taurus ★ EST ★ Casual Level Group Writer
Welcome fellow writer. I go by many names, but you can call me Haley or pretty much anything else. I stick to causal level groups here on the forum. I have a soft spot for thunderstorms, dark humor, strong coffee, animals, pretty words, feminine rage, mythologies, and all things that go 'bump' in the night. I've lived in the same small southern Appalachian town my whole life, and aim to travel one day. I'm open to the occasional random conversation, but please do not message me asking to write one-on-one; it's simply not something I do these days.
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You're being rude again.
Stop it.
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But babies are soft.
What if I want my knuckles to be bruised?
@RoseBloodBorn Oh goodness. That's a hard one. It changes from time to time....
At the moment, my top 3 band's are Waterparks, As It Is, and Bad Wolves. I've found myself listening to these a lot here lately.
My top 3 artists as of recently would be Meh Myers, Sivik, and Halsey. Like... old Halsey. New Halsey. All the Halsey. xD
At the moment, my top 3 band's are Waterparks, As It Is, and Bad Wolves. I've found myself listening to these a lot here lately.
My top 3 artists as of recently would be Meh Myers, Sivik, and Halsey. Like... old Halsey. New Halsey. All the Halsey. xD
Crazy. Insane. Basket case. Pshyco. She had been called these and many more. Not for a single second had she ever thought that those words had applied to her. Not until now.
Truth to be told, she had thought them many times, but the thought had always been pushed to the back of her mind. Those words were usually meant to be used to offend someone. They were dirty words that came with their own stigmas and stereotypes. So why did she think that they all of the sudden applied to her now? Because her mind was more of mess than it had ever been.
She believed herself to be going insane; to be losing her mind. So what was the evidence upon which she was basing her claims?
There was the semi-normal things: Having full fledged conversations with the walls. Screaming into her pillows. Chewing her jaw until it was bloody. Then there were the more questionable things. Not speaking to anyone unless forcerd to or asked a direct question. Flinching away whenever someone tried to touch her. Hardly leaving the house. Not eating, sleeping, or drinking for days at a time. Last but not least, there were the things that scared her the most. Forgetting how to breathe. Crying without realizing it. How harming herself felt like a way to be in control of something.
People often joked that she had a death wish, but thetopic was most definitely up for debate. Sometimes she'd sit on the very edge of the cliff. Other times she would accidentally on purpose forget to look before crossing the street.
Maybe these so called signs were rubish, but it sure as hell felt like she was losing her mind.
If you were to ask, she would tell you that she wasn't afraid of anything. And in a way, that was true. She wasn't scared of 'normal people stuff like heights, spiders, or the ocean. No. She was scared of unconditional love, actually living, and - for some strange reason - not being able to see the stars.
She was a confusing little mess. She knew that hope was fatal, but held on to it anyway. She cried when she was angry, not when she was sad. She was bitter, but kind. Scared but brave. Smart but naive. Emotional but numb.
The word insane was one she usually took as a silly sort of compliment. Now it scared her.
Is she really losing her sanity? Well, dear reader, I guess you'll have to stay tuned to find out.
Truth to be told, she had thought them many times, but the thought had always been pushed to the back of her mind. Those words were usually meant to be used to offend someone. They were dirty words that came with their own stigmas and stereotypes. So why did she think that they all of the sudden applied to her now? Because her mind was more of mess than it had ever been.
She believed herself to be going insane; to be losing her mind. So what was the evidence upon which she was basing her claims?
There was the semi-normal things: Having full fledged conversations with the walls. Screaming into her pillows. Chewing her jaw until it was bloody. Then there were the more questionable things. Not speaking to anyone unless forcerd to or asked a direct question. Flinching away whenever someone tried to touch her. Hardly leaving the house. Not eating, sleeping, or drinking for days at a time. Last but not least, there were the things that scared her the most. Forgetting how to breathe. Crying without realizing it. How harming herself felt like a way to be in control of something.
People often joked that she had a death wish, but thetopic was most definitely up for debate. Sometimes she'd sit on the very edge of the cliff. Other times she would accidentally on purpose forget to look before crossing the street.
Maybe these so called signs were rubish, but it sure as hell felt like she was losing her mind.
If you were to ask, she would tell you that she wasn't afraid of anything. And in a way, that was true. She wasn't scared of 'normal people stuff like heights, spiders, or the ocean. No. She was scared of unconditional love, actually living, and - for some strange reason - not being able to see the stars.
She was a confusing little mess. She knew that hope was fatal, but held on to it anyway. She cried when she was angry, not when she was sad. She was bitter, but kind. Scared but brave. Smart but naive. Emotional but numb.
The word insane was one she usually took as a silly sort of compliment. Now it scared her.
Is she really losing her sanity? Well, dear reader, I guess you'll have to stay tuned to find out.
I suppose I'm just curious about the array of users on this app and the environment I have thrown myself into.
But I feel like you can tell a lot about someone from the type of music they listen to. Specifically their favorite music.
If you can't decide on one song in particular, then a list will work too.
Want the list of 130+ band's that is still a WIP that I can copy and paste to you?
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Punch babies next time.
No. That's evil.
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I hate being right sometimes, 'cuz I really want to see you punch someone.
I told my manager I was taking five and escaped to the bathroom to punch the stall door instead.
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Punch him mentally for now, you need money.
Stop being right.
I'm literally two fucking seconds from punching my coworker in her very punchable face.
Everyone has had the fantasy of a superpower.
I've fantasized about controlling water... but not for any real, heroic reason.
I'd wrap myself in a thin layer of persistently warm water... just to preserve the feeling of being in the shower on a cold morning, throughout the rest of the day.
Wouldn't that make you constantly have to pee?
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