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stupid tips for coping with relapse urges!!
this mayyyy become a series, depending on how much attention this gets. anyhow
"wet floral foam" is the stuff you want here. you can probably get your paws on some at dollerama. its that stuff ppl squish in yt shorts brainrot, it looks like a green foam brick and it usually has water in it in those videos.
now, whenever you wanna relapse, drag your nail all over it. make it look like you've cut it up. or use something else, whatever works. this tip works really well for me, and i hope it can help someone else
stupid tips for coping with relapse urges!!
this mayyyy become a series, depending on how much attention this gets. anyhow
"wet floral foam" is the stuff you want here. you can probably get your paws on some at dollerama. its that stuff ppl squish in yt shorts brainrot, it looks like a green foam brick and it usually has water in it in those videos.
now, whenever you wanna relapse, drag your nail all over it. make it look like you've cut it up. or use something else, whatever works. this tip works really well for me, and i hope it can help someone else
This relapse is already bad … now I find this Goddess 😨
Happy Venus and payday losers✨ it’s sad that you spent everything you received today to give it to a bratty goddess you’ll never get the luxury of meeting🫢
It will feel so good to relapse for @queensarah137 footgoon
Like, reblog and follow her x
So you found Me, Good Girl.
Come in, Relax, have a drink and prepare to Sink
Life is easier when you Let Queen Katerina think for you.
You know it's your Dream to Lick My Feet Clean.
Let your Desire guide you. Relapse Again and Give in
Feel the trigger. Let a hot brat push you to relapse. Relapse hard. Binge. Feel what you've been missing out on. Worshipping brats feels better than anything else in your life loser. Strengthen that connection in your brain. You were meant for this. Not wifey, not kids, not family: Spend your life worshipping brats. Ignore family, friends and your porn widow.
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It takes ten times longer to put yourself back together than it does to fall apart.
Finnick // The Hunger Games
sometimes i’m not put together. sometimes i’m not pretty. sometimes my words drip with the crudeness of bukowski and the bite of the primal woman beneath them. sometimes i’m broken and wheezing, or just hollow. as a poet, i won’t hide it. my writing follows me wherever i go. stoned, on a come down, in the thick of the healing and of the pain. i’m not palatable, no matter how you look at it. and that’s just too damn bad.