Doesn’t matter how long it’s been

It still hurts after 7 months

I couldn’t be the friend you deserved

So you severed ties

You wanted to protect your peace

Cannot blame you

Seven months later

I still grieve the friend I thought you were

I failed to be the friend I was supposed to be

But your screaming and half truths still shatter my heart

I know I fucked up

But so did you

We used to laugh with each other

Until your laughter felt like pain

You used to be the reason behind my smiles

Now you’re the reason behind my sorrows

Your compassion was performative

So was my masking

You called me childish

But then you followed up by shouting at me

You said I played the victim

But you did too

I never raised my voice at you once

Yet you raised yours at me

Your two faced nature

Your biggest downfall

Your jealousy is cancerous

It is malignant

You couldn’t handle a dude giving someone else attention

So you lashed out on me

I tried to be your friend

Until my masking began to crumble

In another lifetime, we could be friends

In this lifetime, we became enemies

You maybe six years older than me

But I was more mature

Despite our falling out

Peace and healing is possible

You went from being sweet

To incredibly sour

Like your poisonous ego

It brings pains

Until you can own up to your fuck ups

Don’t expect me to speak highly of you

Tell half truths about me?

I’ll tell full truths about you

Like your heart

They are ugly

🎶DING DONG THE PEDOS DEAD🎶

(If you weren't aware, ian watkins tried to molest me when i was 16. I feel vindicated after years and years of no one believing me)

Ian Watkins is fucking dead. We are finally free.

Rest in Piss, bozo.

Took your last train home.

To hell you ride.

I do not like to laugh at a person's murder. No matter how horrible of a person they were.

Fortunately, Ian Watkins was not a person, it was a living walking monster, so I'll laugh my ass off as much as I want. 😂🤣😂🤣

It'll never harm another child ever again.

theres a hole in the wall in my brothers’ room because they were fighting (for fun not anger) in there once and one of them knocked the other into the wall so hard his head made that hole, so they put two small skeletons in there for decoration

they tapped up the “décor” sign up because according to them the skeleton is named décor and the one underneath him is his husband. also worth noting that they found 2 dollars in there the other day

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glitchedwitch17

I just love it when Décor the Skeleton finds his way back onto my dash

Wait I have this exact skeleton somewhere

I overheard a woman at my job say "Your whole personality revolves around what you hate instead of what you love and thats an awful way to live." to the resident vocal Maga in the breakroom.

He was stunned into silence for at least 60 seconds so that was nice.

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saja33

🌸 From One Mother’s Heart – Please Read 🌸

My name is Saja. I’m a wife, a mother, and a woman who once believed her story would be simple. I thought my days would be filled with watching my daughter grow — from her first smile to her first steps — surrounded by the small joys of everyday life.

But life had other plans.

War has returned to our home. Again. And once again, we find ourselves living under skies that never seem to rest.

There was a moment — a fragile, breathless moment — when the bombs paused and the world seemed to remember us. It gave us hope. We thought maybe, just maybe, we could start to rebuild. But now, we are back in the dark — hiding, holding on, praying.

I’m writing this not as someone seeking pity, but as a mother who has no other choice but to speak.

Imagine holding your baby in the middle of the night, not because she cried, but because the world outside roared too loud for either of you to sleep. Imagine whispering bedtime stories not to lull her into dreams, but to keep the fear from settling into her tiny bones.

This is my life.

This is my daughter’s life.

And even now — especially now — I believe in softness. I believe in kindness. Because when everything else is taken from you, hope becomes the most valuable thing you have.

Why I’m Reaching Out Our home has been damaged. Our lives changed. But through it all, my daughter wakes up every morning with a smile. She reaches for me with trust, with love, with faith that I will keep her safe.

That’s why I keep going.

I’ve launched a campaign to ask for help — not because it’s easy, but because silence is no longer an option. I am asking for support not just for me, but for my baby, and for the quiet strength of so many mothers like me who are fighting, every single day, to hold their families together.

How You Can Help: 🤍 Help us restore parts of our home so we can live with dignity 🤍 Support women and mothers in Gaza with access to care and resources 🤍 Keep the light of hope alive for a generation born in the shadows of war

💛 If you can, please support our journey here:

If you can’t give, please consider sharing. Your voice might be the reason someone else hears ours.

From My Heart to Yours Maybe our lives are worlds apart. Maybe you’ve never lived through war. But if you’ve ever held a child and wished the world could be better for them — then you understand more than you know.

I don’t want my daughter to grow up thinking the world turned away.

Please, if you’ve read this far — thank you. Thank you for seeing us. Thank you for caring. We are still here. Still hoping. Still holding on to every kind act like it’s a lifeline.

With love and endless gratitude

Queen died for splatoon 3

Pop francis died for elden ring nightrein

Charlie Kirk died for fire emblem

Donald Trump will die for tomadachi life: living the dream

everyones on the “we hate donald trump”

but not really on the “thé entire united states is inherently a violent state that harms both domestically and abroad and must be dismantled and destroyed.”

and that doesnt sit right with me