thats not how you use those

05/10/2023

Listen I am aware that the fact that Squid Game The Challenge exists is proof that our society is fucked. I started watching it ironically cause the people pretend-dying was hilarious but now I am semi invested.

That being said I came here only to hate on Ashley. She is the worst and she still has the nerve to say "I jumped, didn't I" bitch of course you did, but when there was literally no one else in front of you! Trey deserved better.

And also its very fucked up that no one else except Mai acknowledges it. Like how can you be pissed at Mai for doing exactly what the other one did? And yet no one has even told her how fucked up it was she made Trey jump 3 time...

Anyway, I am pissed

They say her order is still being printed to this day.

05/10/2023

278 hes giving u all his support👍

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oct 5: mspaint

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When I say I want to know you, I mean I want to understand the softer side of life. I want to know tender things. Awakening things. The gentle way darkness surrenders to light. The wisps of blue hour birdsong that seep through windows and dreams to retune heartstrings. It seems to me the edges of our bodies are softest in the morning, and I want to understand the science of it all. The biology of spaces. The delicate kind between your eyes and mine. How the chambers of a heart, fractured and frayed, can still hold room for another without breaking. How the fine lines between fingers instinctively expand to welcome others in. I want to learn the art of healing. The indelible marks we absorb through seasons of growth. Teach me symbiosis. Let’s coexist like lichen in the lace-trimmed homes they stitch to the arms of trees. Remind me how the whim of a breeze scatters seeds. How those seeds might lay dormant for two seasons plus one, then put down fresh roots and venture out towards the sun. It’s been so long since the sun kissed my face. Your gaze feels like the sun, and when I say I want you to kiss me I mean I want to know what comes after the rain.

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