Booktok/bookstagram is so fuckinh cringe it makes me throw up and dry heave my entire digestive system out multiple times. And the censorship makes me cringe like I just bit into an ice cube with my front teeth nerve exposed.
babe wake up! new booktok nsfw censorship term just dropped
so I just missed the most important multi college entrance exam and I don't really care.. whatðŸ˜
It is hard resisting being so clingy and begging for constant attention. But I know it is wrong. But. I still yearn so badly for their complete attention. It is so hard not talking to them and giving them space. All I do is wait for their attention.
Everyone lives these most aesthetic lives, while here I am living in my mess that'll never fit onto one of those boards
If I told you someone was murdered in a high school bathroom, and the school did nothing to help, and the murderers were only suspended for two weeks, there would be a fucking uprising. A riot.
so why is it that nobody cares as soon as it’s the two-spirited (sorry for the prev mistake) kid?
The people who want to do something about it are scared, because it could have so easily been them. It’s still possible for it to be them.
because the murder won’t stop unless people start speaking up and saying that what happened was wrong.
We have to fight back, for Nex and for all of us. Because if we don’t speak up now, we could be silenced forever.
Rest in power, Nex
edit because apparently I have to do this: haters and people blaming Nex for their death and people deadnaming and misgendering in the comments I will remove your comments and then block you so stop
You're never satisfied you fucking cunts, look at your lives. You fucked and gave birth to me, a fuck up. Couldn't even breed and raise me right to be like the monotone topper you wanted, IT'S HILARIOUS. And well, I'm never saying I'm even the slightest bit good, but atleast I'm not a fucking life sucker like you guys. Eat shit, seethe, cope harder.
Maybe in another life I'll be worth something
Geological horror. You find a geode and crack it open and the crystal lining its walls is human blood that can't be genetically matched to anyone. You find a human skeleton but every one of the bones is made from rock, a rock that you know can't be whittled into those shapes. You find layers of clay and loam that sport ancient fossils at the top and the still-rotting corpses of modern animals at the bottom.