Bruh Just Got My Nipples Pierced And It Hurt Like Shit Man. Its Cute But If Ur Sensitive 2 Pain 0/10

Bruh just got my nipples pierced and it hurt like shit man. It’s cute but if ur sensitive 2 pain 0/10 do not recommend

I suppose I have nothing to do with the old poetry I used to write in class so I might as well share it here. It’s not very good lol

Poem 1: (I, the voodoo doll)

I, the wretched soul, stitched and sewn

A harbinger of anguish, I, the backstabbing crone

A puppet, a vessel cursed, tugged and played at gods whims

I bring only torment, a self-made sin

I, oh woe pity I who lead a cursed existence

My hex, my incessant people pleasing persistence

I, the aching endurer, the bearer of your burdens

Still, I end up alone and we all end up hurting

Poem 2: (The Dead’s Lament)

I’ve shriveled like a flower

depraved of life’s warm hand,

Heartbeat by now long ended

yet my stomach still yearns on

Hunger curls and tightens

Insatiable thoughts desperately plead

In hopes I’ll stop the rotting

I’ve began to eat men’s delicacy

My cravings have begun to hinder

my life as it once used to be,

Am I a shell of an old person

whom I never met or knew at all

My body now pale and lifeless

I, the animated corpse wonder on

Moving through this carnage wasteland

With a heavy body I still walk

Poem 3: (This side of my skin)

This side of my skin

Has been stretched thick and thin

Sliced open and burned

And sewn back together again

This side of my flesh

Has been coddled and formed a nest

Wrapped up in blankets

And allowed my mind to rest

Poem 4: (is this even a poem?)

How beautiful it is to be alive. To be given the gift of life.

Knees raw and mind scattered. Cold air fills my lungs but it only makes me feel just that much more alive.

His warm and giving hands cradling my cheek and lifting up my chin soaked in my sticky red blood.

I am gods favorite offering.

prepared to lay bare my soul upon the altar of blind obedience. The sharp edged sword of my faith pressed up against my bare neck.

a gnawing doubt clawed at the recesses of my mind. Is bleeding the same as living

Poem 5: (death passed me by)

I remember when death barely past me by,

He greeted me with a warm smile and a shake of the hand;

I touched death yet felt relief when I awoke alive,

I began to forget how earnestly I craved the dirt.

I felt my heart speed then slow like a clock running out of time,

My body shook and wracked in pain but my brain ran dry

Silence rang through my ears like a deafening siren

Yet my head couldn’t recall how it felt to be quiet after I returned.

Poem 6: (Puppy Love)

to love like a dog

dangling off a leash of ur own obsession

I’m whining for more

Messy and panting and beggin’

to love like a dog

Always earnestly yearning for more scraps

I’d follow you to hell

but you betray me like a man

Poem 7: (No Name)

Should one who corrupts their own body

Be sewn back together all new

Or shamed for defiling human flesh

And charged with acts of misuse

Poem 8: (No Name)

I count the bathroom tile

Losing sleep and loosing bile

Scratch at my dimpled thighs

Rub off more makeup from my eyes

Try to peel off my scars

But they’re too bruised and too burned

Which I could change the past

But without my scars I wouldn’t have learned

If I never took those pills

How different would everything be

If I tossed away that lighter

Would I need these things to be me

u ever just sit there and be like holy shit I’m a whore who sleeps with 3 dif ppl in the same week u got work n the morning bitch 💀

Saw this post from 2019 on Pinterest a few months ago and decided to draw it. Kinda old drawing I think I’ve slightly improved from this and might take another got at it cuz I’m not quite sure I’m happy with it but oh well. Been too busy with culinary school and work to draw

Decided to draw Krampus but ✨ seggsy ✨

(Edit: whys her forehead so big fuck why was I such a shit artist lmao)