Like..... Ma'am you abused my dog, stole my shit, and you never go outside. You thought that cleaning your refrigerator coils was praxis. Now you're telling me the DSA are planning an attack on a trans day of visibility parade????

Because I was going through such bad withdrawal they made me go to a hospital to get medically cleared. I'm tired and I hope I make it this time. I also got evicted, my ex-spouse picked up my dog and said I can never see Basil again, and said they were glad they miscarried our kid. So I'm having a time of it rn. Love you all. Keep the lights on for me.

Currently in a hospital bed just chilling, shaking, exhausted and going to rehab once I'm physically able to. This sucks. And my ex hasn't picked up my dog yet even though I've been in the hospital for days pictured: the IV tree of life.

After surviving being stabbed, shot at, and fucking sexually assaulted I did what any normal person going thru multiple traumatic events does: I started to drink. I am so addicted to alcohol that I shake when I don't have it (I started drinking again a week and a half ago) and after ground scoring a bag of heroin, then smoking DMT at a punk show, I realized I need significant help. I've already been in talks with my ex over who can take care of our dog while I'm in rehab. I love y'all but I'm going dark for 3 or so months until I get in a recovery home. Leave the lights on for me. Imma try to nip this in the bud before I die and spend the next 24 hours absolutely spoiling my dog Basil, who I'm pretty sure I'll never see again after my ex-spouse picks him up. Imma buy him his fav treat: McDonald's fries and hold him and sob.

This is how Basil sleeps usually

Maybe she's born with it, maybe it's Maybelline. Or maybe it's an EF5

Some dude tried to merc me over my 7 year old android and that wasn't the worst part. The cops who responded literally searched me, made me explain my tattoos to prove they weren't gang related, told me to stop crying, and told me it was my fault I almost got offed for going to subway. I fucking hate America. The only reason I'll be able to sleep is because I have 120 pounds of "fuck you" guarding me. (I love my pitbull son)

Look at this "totally didn't do anything" face.

Just checked my tounge for over 8 areas I had a cousin who was insisting over the cake and I just casually dropped "Second Basil marks the Saddam?" And the threw me a ceremony bc *I WORE A BLACK TIE,

extra blurry bc he is extra happy and extra vibrate

Everyone's favorite gay pitbull might be coming home soon! My ex's gf is talking to him about how I would benefit greatly by having 160 pounds of muscle by my side and less lonely. His gf said she'll bring him here even!!! Good things come from checks notes getting fucking stabbed?