Peaches von Strangle

@vantablackvamp.blacksky.app

Writer, gamer, reader, collector of hobbies. Fountain pen aficionado. Chilled goth chick. Black GenX. PolyJAMorous - but when the light hit the ice, it twankle and glisten. Secretary of Nonsense. Vampire turned tiny kaiju. All smoke to coconut ANYTHING.

And I know - we live in ‘pics or it ain’t true’ and ‘receipt‘ culture. Fuck all that. You ain’t happy? Shit look funny in light? Intentions have changed? Shit just ain’t where you need it to be? Leave. Do it easy, if you can, or do it hard if you have to. But leave. We here for a good time …

DMX was right. You gotta trust people to be themselves and trust yourself enough to move accordingly. We worry about the wrong shit sometimes. You don’t need ironclad proof or reasons to leave. (To outwardly accuse - yes. To leave? Nah.)

But in my old age and wisdom… I’m not going through shit. No phones, no wallets, no cars, no diaries. Reality is you literally do not need a reason to break up with someone. You can just decide the vibe is off/wrong and bounce. This ain’t a court of law. No proof needed. You can just leave.

Listen, if you lived a terrible life making things worse for me and mine? Tell your family to keep the funeral private, because otherwise I'll show up to piss on your grave.