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Glitter Trauma
Emotional entropy in full spectrum.Too many colors. Not enough serotonin.Still posting.
Chemical Sadness
Clinically Majestic
Too magical to be well.
Crippling Anxiety
Panicking in paradise.
Anhedolphins
They leap. They splash. They feel nothing.
I Could Jump
Standing on the edge totally for aesthetic purposes only.
Heaven’s Littlest Quitter
She gave it her everything. Then she gave up.
Existence Fatigue
The stage is eternal. The roles are unclear. The costumes itch.
Psychedelic Fables
Down The Rabbit Hole
She wasn’t even lost yet.
Consent Pending
She never asked for a savior. Just five more minutes.
Lines and Tides
She wanted legs. She got a habit.
Sparkle
They said she’d see Wonderland, she just had to try it.
Tangled Up Inside
Turns out the tower wasn’t the problem.
After the Credits
Disney forgot to animate this part.
Core Memory
Whole Foods after dark.
Gas Station Royalty
Gas Station King
Crowned by 3 a.m. lights and a 2-for-$5 Monster deal.
Slush Fund Baby
Mascara melting, burrito in hand—long may she stumble.
Sir Chill
Sworn to protect aisle ice, avenge spilt soda, and never let the heat see him flinch.
The Gaslight Cleric
Yes, Queen
She reigns in Red 40 and regret. Her Smirnoff is room temp and doubles as perfume.
Jester in Fluorescent
Donuts in the air, demons in the eyes, gas in the lungs.
Duke Carl, High Warden of Horsepower
Built his ride from spite, lawnmower parts, and a disability claim. Won’t stop until the yard—or his enemies—are mowed.
The Body Gaurds
Stationed in the royal restroom. They don’t speak. They just watch.
Ordained without consent. Smiles like he knows what you confessed before you did it.
The Matriarch
First of her name. Mother of meltdown heirs. Built her kingdom between the beef jerky rack and a broken lotto machine.
Sir Dale, Royal Advisor & Keeper of Coupons
Whispers in the ear of kings and keeps track of propane receipts. Known for his wisdom, his clipboard, and a tragic devotion to gas station rotisserie.
Dumb Colorfull Bullshit
He Into You
It wasn’t random. He finger-gunned you.
Crime Club
Hide your glitter. And your credit card
Rainbow Crew
They're all judging you.
Handle With Care
Now if I only had a handle on life.
Ham Sammich
The perfect ham sammich.
Ballad of a Hungry Heart
He strums his acoustic and sings a heartfelt song. It’s folksy.
Con Per Miso
She asked permission, received none, and did it anyway. A true diplomat.
Street Bunny
She smokes menthols, wears fishnets, and will absolutely ghost you after stealing your cab.