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I will die until I die

birthday present: one bullet delivered very quickly into the right temple

managed not to cry about it for p much first time yesterday,, mostly by distracting, thought did good job but cried about something else. cried this morning about it already, so nothing's changed. nothing will ever change :<

i know where to find satan. i know her story.

tell girl there are pictures of Opal parts, first thing it asks for is feet.

girl with a series of bikes and pedestrians stenciled on the nose of her car

can't go more than a few hours without thinking about it. haven't been able to since getting close to it, but it sucks so fucking much now. want to tell it shit and share experiences with it. :<

as bad as its mom treated us, from interactions with her before it died, she didn't actually treat us any worse than she treated her own daughter.

dead head (head from a girl who is already dead)

looking at its accounts and wondering why it hasn't posted anything in a while... :<

startup does a drug test and doesn't find stims so you're fired

the hole

girl wants to take you on her yacht (the implication) but it's ugly

if you're ~tripsitting for someone, see they're having a bad trip, fuck with them during it, then just abandon them for a few hours,, do you have some responsibility if they kill themselves?

i wish i didn't have so many dead friends