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whatever {R.I.P. Oppy} wrote: "would anyone follow my somewhat shady gore/darkness aesthetic finsta?"Me plz
I actually post stuff Shiv could respond to but he only respond to dumb shit
I’m barely on this smh
Things that are not okay to fetishize:
•Mix race kids
•Barely legal
•Not legal
•Trans* people
•Ethnic identities
•Literally stop
•Please
•Mix race kids
•Barely legal
•Not legal
•Trans* people
•Ethnic identities
•Literally stop
•Please
Also I love my job and my coworkers and maybe tonight I’ll make a list of why they’re awesome.
whatever {R.I.P. Oppy} wrote: "Things that are not okay to fetishize: •Mix race kids
•Barely legal
•Not legal
•Trans* people
•Ethnic identities
•Literally stop
•Please"
•married people
That’s super true oof love that.
There’s very few circumstances where these are not a definite no to fetish.
Ew so don’t like this at all.
Hey hella content warning for Abducted in Plain Sight.
Can anyone tell me why there wasn’t a single adult in my life who thought the grooming behaviors of a senior toward my sixth grade self were weird?
I was being hit on by an 18 year old who told me when I was thirteen that he probably would have had sex with me if I didn’t move away and get a boyfriend :) that was a long time ago and I’ve learned that shit ain’t healthy though.
Also if I’m not responding to messages or RPs it’s bc I don’t have the energy to actually have a thought process to have a conversation or add to a story bc I’m mega effing depressed ™️
It’s just been a bad week ig
Got that feeling it my chest again, wondering what it’s worth.
Some days the only reason to stay alive is because I know Zeus wouldn’t know where I went and that shit hurts more than anything.
I'm wearing a skirt and didn't shave my legs, 14 year old me is QUAKING.
whatever {R.I.P. Oppy} wrote: "wow two year later and the Goodreads app is still trasj"
posted this a year ago wow
posted this a year ago wow
Okay, so I've met him six (?) times in person now. God, it's the most exciting, terrifying, beautiful thing in this universe. I live 30 miles along the freeway from the place we met, and I skipped my last class hour. Friday, October 28. I was in sixth hour and I couldn't put down my computer. He sent me pictures of where he was, and I was visibly shaking when he sent that one. My eyes gazed over the Starbucks sign and I knew that was it. That was MY Starbucks that I went to. We had always promised we'd meet at Starbucks, cuz when we started talking, 12 year old Mormon me had never had coffee, let alone the Starbucks kind. So we promised we'd meet there. It had been a long time since that promise. So sixth hour was math. I remember Addie and her friend laughing at me. I was so excited I didn't get a word of the lesson. My phone buzzed and I glanced quickly. "I'm here" from my mom. 10 minutes left of class.
9. Heart. Pounding.
8. Hands. Shaking.
7. Fingers. Twitching.
6. Leg. Bouncing.
5. Hands. Cleaning.
4. Backpack. Closing.
3. Fingers. Tapping.
2. Patience. Waning.
1. Feet. Sneaking.
0. Me. Running.
I remember how excited my friends were for me. I gave tons of hugs in the hall, smiles wider than ever. This was the biggest moment of my entire life. There was one thing, my close friend-- I'll call him Justin cuz that's his name-- said. "September, I don't think I've ever seen you this happy." That was it. I don't know if I ever had been this happy. Someone fulfilled their promises to me. My dreams were coming true. 586 days of waiting for him, you know? Waiting for this. For us, and it was all honestly there.
A fifteen (maybe twenty. It felt like eternity) minute drive, with me visibly, physically, shaking the entire time, and I suddenly saw it. The Starbucks. He was there. "Holy shit, Mom. He's right there," I didn't even know I cussed. My mom informed me later on. I guess it was too big of a moment to condescend me.
"We can still turn around," she suggested, chuckling.
"No! Keep going," I said. 50 yards. 20. 10. We were in the parking lot. I was under dressed. I was wearing a drug dealer hoodie and torn leggings. But we agreed to match hoodies.
My mind was honest to god racing. What if he decided not to wear the hoodie? My hair isn't done well. I haven't brushed my teeth since this morning. My mom got a call. She told me to go in and meet him. On my own. Each footstep towards the door was like my feet were made of lead. I was terrified.
It took much longer than it should have to walk the 15 feet to the door. My hand touched the knob. I could see him. Through the window.
It took so much to open that door. My terror was telling me to run. That it could wait. My biggest dream was coming true, and I needed to run. But I opened it.
He stood, sitting his sonic ice cream on the table. I walked toward him. He was so different in person. His face shape, his skin tone, his eyes. He was even more perfect. He was everything.
"Hey." You know how voices sound different over the phone? When we called, his voice was the most soothing sound in the world, but that one word. One syllable. That proved everything I ever believed wrong. It got better than the phone calls.
"Hi." WoooOOOooOoWw, Kass. Smooth, I thought, my toes wiggling in my worn out black combat boots.
I walked over to the other chair, sitting down, observing him and his bag. His hair was a mess, though you could tell he tried. He was... he was mine.
Well, he would be. If we could get past this awkward frickin silence. "So, how was the train ride?"
Oh my gosh, you're really one for words, aren't ya, Kass? I thought.
He chuckled a little, and my heart fluttered. That sound. "It was long. I'm tired." That VOICE.
"Oh, nice." You're really winning at this, huh? The awkward was screaming.
So we sat. I took a sip of the Starbucks he bought me. (He had texted me and told me he had, but a gesture and a nods confirmed.)
"Can I have a hug?" Straightforward never got me into the best places, but I didn't know what else to do.
He stood, a grin spreading on his lips. "Of course."
I have a home. And I have a house. I always thought these two were the same, but I was so wrong. Home, that's the safety I felt as soon as he wrapped his arms around me. The warmth. We were still awkward, but we were together.
I don't think that feeling will ever really go away. That feeling when he holds me. I don't see how it could.
He makes me feel safe. He is my home.
9. Heart. Pounding.
8. Hands. Shaking.
7. Fingers. Twitching.
6. Leg. Bouncing.
5. Hands. Cleaning.
4. Backpack. Closing.
3. Fingers. Tapping.
2. Patience. Waning.
1. Feet. Sneaking.
0. Me. Running.
I remember how excited my friends were for me. I gave tons of hugs in the hall, smiles wider than ever. This was the biggest moment of my entire life. There was one thing, my close friend-- I'll call him Justin cuz that's his name-- said. "September, I don't think I've ever seen you this happy." That was it. I don't know if I ever had been this happy. Someone fulfilled their promises to me. My dreams were coming true. 586 days of waiting for him, you know? Waiting for this. For us, and it was all honestly there.
A fifteen (maybe twenty. It felt like eternity) minute drive, with me visibly, physically, shaking the entire time, and I suddenly saw it. The Starbucks. He was there. "Holy shit, Mom. He's right there," I didn't even know I cussed. My mom informed me later on. I guess it was too big of a moment to condescend me.
"We can still turn around," she suggested, chuckling.
"No! Keep going," I said. 50 yards. 20. 10. We were in the parking lot. I was under dressed. I was wearing a drug dealer hoodie and torn leggings. But we agreed to match hoodies.
My mind was honest to god racing. What if he decided not to wear the hoodie? My hair isn't done well. I haven't brushed my teeth since this morning. My mom got a call. She told me to go in and meet him. On my own. Each footstep towards the door was like my feet were made of lead. I was terrified.
It took much longer than it should have to walk the 15 feet to the door. My hand touched the knob. I could see him. Through the window.
It took so much to open that door. My terror was telling me to run. That it could wait. My biggest dream was coming true, and I needed to run. But I opened it.
He stood, sitting his sonic ice cream on the table. I walked toward him. He was so different in person. His face shape, his skin tone, his eyes. He was even more perfect. He was everything.
"Hey." You know how voices sound different over the phone? When we called, his voice was the most soothing sound in the world, but that one word. One syllable. That proved everything I ever believed wrong. It got better than the phone calls.
"Hi." WoooOOOooOoWw, Kass. Smooth, I thought, my toes wiggling in my worn out black combat boots.
I walked over to the other chair, sitting down, observing him and his bag. His hair was a mess, though you could tell he tried. He was... he was mine.
Well, he would be. If we could get past this awkward frickin silence. "So, how was the train ride?"
Oh my gosh, you're really one for words, aren't ya, Kass? I thought.
He chuckled a little, and my heart fluttered. That sound. "It was long. I'm tired." That VOICE.
"Oh, nice." You're really winning at this, huh? The awkward was screaming.
So we sat. I took a sip of the Starbucks he bought me. (He had texted me and told me he had, but a gesture and a nods confirmed.)
"Can I have a hug?" Straightforward never got me into the best places, but I didn't know what else to do.
He stood, a grin spreading on his lips. "Of course."
I have a home. And I have a house. I always thought these two were the same, but I was so wrong. Home, that's the safety I felt as soon as he wrapped his arms around me. The warmth. We were still awkward, but we were together.
I don't think that feeling will ever really go away. That feeling when he holds me. I don't see how it could.
He makes me feel safe. He is my home.
i don't know how to go on smetimes
in 2016 after shiv and i broke up i talked to this guy and he was a liberal and my dad tried to convince me that it wouldn't work bc that's why me and shiv didn't work. which isn't true.
my coworkers provide a safe place
you had me hooked again from the minute you sat down
a comprehensive and ever growing list of why my coworkers are the best:
Ma showed up outside of her hours to bring me a tampon
Kr too, but with her I wasn't even working.
Jo let me stay in the back and do dishes when some guys came in and made me uncomfortable.
Ty once made a customer leave after he made several comments on my body.
Ty let me sit in his car while mine warmed up.
Co made sure I could get a hold of my mom when I forgot my phone.
Jo and Co always make sure I'm okay if I seem upset.
The list goes on
Ma showed up outside of her hours to bring me a tampon
Kr too, but with her I wasn't even working.
Jo let me stay in the back and do dishes when some guys came in and made me uncomfortable.
Ty once made a customer leave after he made several comments on my body.
Ty let me sit in his car while mine warmed up.
Co made sure I could get a hold of my mom when I forgot my phone.
Jo and Co always make sure I'm okay if I seem upset.
The list goes on
can i like. come work with you lol
I would happily welcome youuu 💕
oh and they call me my preferred name
Cory Booker or Kamala Harris would be the best 2020 candidates.
I will only vote Bernie if he makes it in the primary ut his running is an ego trip.
he's a key reason grab em is president now
it's personal
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