And Then Get Lost And Use 100 Other Personalities Because Who Cares Anyways

And then get lost and use 100 other personalities because who cares anyways

Planning what personality I'll use in the upcoming school year (I don't know who I am)

Hello dear.. Please don't skip my message My name is Mohammed, from the afflicted and destroyed Gaza Strip, where life has become impossible and tragic, and where we see death and pain every moment and every day. Our children suffer from hunger, pain, deprivation and lack of medicine. The war deprived them of playing, school, and their most basic rights. They are now suffering from woes and tragedies. 😭😭 During the war, my wife gave birth to a child and I could not find any milk for him Our conditions are tragic, and we live in a shelter that lacks the minimum requirements for life and is plagued by diseases and epidemics Please help me save my children from the hell of the Gaza Strip and provide them with a decent life 😔 Your assistance, no matter how simple, is enough to ease the burden on us and help us overcome our crisis. Please sympathize with me and donate to me or contribute to sharing the campaign and spreading it widely

I am so sad that your life is like that! Nobody deserves to live in war. But i don't have money i could donate you and your family because i am just a lazy teenager. My blog also doesn't have much followers since it's not really a blog, but maybe someone who can actually help sees this. Again, I am so so sorry that i can't help you!

Aahh, yess, Hermes is looking real good in this one.

(Hermes = Mercury)

The Boob Dilemma or How My Femininity Controls My Daily Life

She always felt different wrom other teenagers, especially from boys.

Boys didn't have two round flesh masses on their chests. Boys didn't know what it felt like to jump without a bra.

But the differences between her and other girls her age were more complicated.

Sometimes she wondered if they had that too.

This constant fight.

What if they didn't? What if they did and just were able to hide it better than her?

She didn't know what was worse.

Her left tit said she should be nice and cute and humble and consider every consequence of her actions so that she could have a pure conscience.

Her right tit said, that would be an incredible boring live. It would be better if she did everything she wanted to do. Why would we have a live if we don't use it?

She slowly broke because of these two horrifing boobs, torn apart between being good and having fun.

Why wasn't there a middle way, a save path she could go, between her boobs.

It would make her life much easier.

Evil boob

Evil boob

what if

good boob

evil boob

one tells you to be quiet and mindful

the other begs you to fuck shit up

which boob do you adhere to

"Be different and you'll always stand out"

- 1000 people, at least

Self-Sacrifice???

That better have some good reason

First thing you see after you zoom in is how you die

How you dying 👀