IVY

I'm in this gc with a lot of kids in my school, but no one'll reply to me. They're replying to everyone else but not me. :( it may be because I'm new but still, like guys, idk if I'm cringe or I just don't have anything interesting enough to say that they'll reply to but I'm kinda down now.     :( and my sister's been kinda (I STILL LOVE YOU DEAR SISTER) mean to me lately. It's just been a bad couple a days
          

MY LAPTOP IS LAGGING SO BAD THAT I XANT EVEN PLAY SOLITAIRE I WAS BOUTA FUCKING WIN BUT THEN THE WHOLE COMPUTER FUCKING LSGGED I HAD TO START IVER AGAIN. AND THEN I WAS BOUTA WIN AGAIN, AND THEN I THE LAPTOP FUCKING LAGGED IM GONNA FUCKING LOSE IT. 
          
          
          AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH 
          
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Be gay. Do crimes.

Hehe I have another story 
          
          
          
          Once upon a time, there was a boy who was too old to be scared of the monster in his closet. No matter how much he grew and matured, the monster was still there, waiting, watching.
          
           He learned to not speak of what he saw, for they would label him daft, or childish. But the monster still got closer and closer every night.
          
           Soon enough, one night the monster pinned him down to the bed, it's smile that looked more like a snarl, it's jagged sharp teeth, it's body that looked like ten different animals smashed together. The monster laughed mockingly at his fear and said, "No one will believe youuuu"
          
           The next morning he ran to his lover who pretended to understand his panicked and rushed rambles. He had said, "I'll sleep with you tonight, no monster will get you" 
          
          That night would be the boys last.
          
           He had waken up in the middle of the night to the monster wrapping it's hand around his throat, "You wished for people to believe you, but that would need a cost" the monster said, it's rotting breath tickling the boys cheek. 
          
          The monster tightened his grip and the boy was grasping at the hand that would hold his last breath. The next morning his lover had woke to the sight of his lover with no pulse, no breath, no life. 
          
          His neck was bruised, and a message was written in blood on his cheek. It read, "You should've believed him" 
          
          The end.
          
          -Ivy B.
          
          
          
          (Share yer thoughts :D, I took inspo on Cujo by Stephen King)

I'm slowly loosing my straight friends, I have a total friend group of nine people (:0) and I thought that three of them were straight, but one of them came out as bi and other one has figured out that they are a actually les, I ONLY JAVE ONE STRAIGHT FRIEND OUT OF NINE

I've had an aroace moment yesterday. Me and my family were going to the movies, but on the way there there were a couple of teenagers with motorcycles I was like "woah look motorcycle dudes" and my mom looked at me and said "yeah, motorcycle dudes". I was so confused I asked my oldest sister"what is she implying" and she responded with 'She thinks that you find them cute" 
          
          I was like ohhh yeah I forgot I'm supposed to find people attractive 
          
          I honestly was just looking at their bikes :/
          
          Like they looked like a person, idk what to tell you I don't know if they were supposed be cute or not. oh well.

Hiiiiiii, I love your pfp!! I read your bio and saw that you only bxb so I thought I’d tell you that I’m working on one rn called The Words Captured Within Us. I don’t mean to promote it, I just thought you might like it, no pressure to read tho<3

I have a story :D
          
          
          Once upon a time, a boy thought he found true love, only, his love was for a fae. he thought that not all fae were bad, that he had found good in the fae, but once the boy confessed his love for him, he simply smiled down at him and grabbed him by the neck, he said, "You fell for my trick, you are just another human to add to my collection" the fae smiled cruelly and punctured his throat with his sharp talons and dropped him in a field of dead boys. Their love just as alive as them. Through the gruesome scene flowers of beautiful colors grew on the corpses of lost and misdirected love, they grew and grew, feasting on the crimson goodness. In the end, the field was as beautiful as a sunset, but little know what lies underneath. 
          -Ivy B.
          
          [I hoped you liked it <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> idk if it's cringe or not :/ share yer thoughts :D] 

What if in the old days the poison taster is allergic to everything so the cooks are constantly being killed because of the guys allergies 

Hey!
          
          Do you mind checking out my story?
          
          https://yamur.dijitalkalp.com/story/405378196?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=WalkeroftheShadow