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I KNOW IF YOU SCROLL OR NOT SO JUST PAUSE YOUR DOOMSCROLLING FOR ONE SECOND ily thank you for being here!! you give the world some very-needed flavor ☺️ even if you aren't perfect nobody is i mean one time i broke a drawer because someone asked me to pull out the said drawer for them we all have had our moments anyway while you're here if you aren't right now go drink some water (no soda, coffee, etc. doesn't count hydrate yourself) anyway yes that is all ily!!!! enjoy your scrolling
Changed a bit on profile‼️ Also, new pfp🫶🫶
just a persona 🫶
Your theme is so cute! Love the posts so far!
ahhh thank you so much moot <3 that makes me so happy! I’m glad your enjoying it!
hi guess who loves u 😏😏😏
rue my SLY beloved 😩
It's basically 1 Am, and I'm laying on my bed, sobbing and thinking, damn, I still love Theo Decker with my whole soul.
cheezbot liked my first post i am so happy
I LOVVEEEE YOUUUUU
im gonna kiss you
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!
three thousand
the days pass so quickly,
resolutions so fickle
and there is something old, very old, inside me
that spits on it all
the lecherous gluttony and
sick indulgence, stuffing soft, pink bellies
full to bursting
built into that, a stopping point
the shining stretch of flesh, hesitant,
untested, afraid to try
energy must exist in equal balance,
and the beast takes
yawning cavernous hunger,
a need never satiated, swallowing the world.
hurting, hunting,
it does not forget – it does not want to forget.
content in its loathing, superior in a void.
hating and hating.
but it forgets itself
fed by another hand, before it learned to take.
hurt by another's mouth, before it learned to snap
someone else's creation, it is not itself
it is residue,
it is fear
the days pass so quickly,
without reprieve, in delay
i walk alongside them,
and the beast always stays.
BOOOOYYY UVE BEEN FEEDING MY GENSHIN MEN BRAINROT SO WELL PLSS😭 there u go turning into my fav writing blog ig🙄
PLSS ANONN 🥺
IM GLAD TO CONTRIBUTE 😈
Reblog if you're gay, lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, transgender or a supporter.
This should be reblogged by everyone. Even if you’re straight, you should be a supporter.
Happy 58th birthday beautiful boy, you are dearly missed by many! I love you Jeffrey Scott Buckley.
LOOK AT THEM
LOOK AT MY BABS
THE ADORABLE DUO
✎ *cough cough* possibly some sundial?
Someone More Interesting
I don't like to write about myself. I lead an ordinary life, dull and colourless, plagued by monotone hues that reside at two extremes: one devoid of light, one nothing but light. This is where I'll live forever.
I have no gifts, but I have a will. I wish to create something brilliant, something ingenious, something inspiring. The already colourful worlds of others will be exposed to more vivid hues, more radiant skies. I'll weave the words of creation itself into a tapestry that knows no bounds. I aspire to shake the foundations of human emotion itself and control laughter and tears, rage and fear.
With that, I create a puppet, a persona, even. Someone whose body is a vessel to hold experiences more fascinating than mine. They will go on to witness my masterpieces, my best crafted stories, set in a world close to home, yet far, far from real.
I name this person "I". A narrator, a character, a friend.
I bless "myself" and wish for "me" to explore beyond the horizons of time and space. These journeys will define "interesting" itself through words and words alone.
My wishes are as such:
I wish "I" could witness verdant hills and starry skies far away from the nest of the city, yet in a land no different than the one that exists. "I" will observe the world around "me" and recount fantastical tales made only from the mundane.
I wish "I" could travel to the astral realm above without experiencing the horrors of a space so different from our own. In this realm I've crafted, "I" know how to stay safe. "I" know every rule, every loophole, every element that makes this space unique. I've become a guide for "myself".
I wish "I" could fly around the city and kiss all the birds goodnight. They need to be loved when the cold world shuns them. "I" wish not for the warmth of the self, only the warmth of others. Is this not what they deserve?
I wish "I" could swim in the sea with the fish without having to hold "my" breath. "I" can breathe the ocean like I breathe the air. The world's varying phases serve not as boundaries, but as gateways from one world to another. The old saying twists to fit the outlier: "Give a man a fish, and you feed him for a day. Teach a fish to write, and the world changes forever."
I wish "I" could judge the world in its entirety. I wish "I" could adapt to the changes it throws at "me" to stop "me" from progressing through this chapter. A will can burn obstacles down if it is strong enough, but when have "I" ever possessed such a strong will?
I write my stories in first person because I like it more. This isn't my story, this is "my" story.
One day, the puppet is destined to question its existence. Why was "I" created? What purpose do "my" actions serve? Why do "I" act in this way? Why do "I" speak when "I" shouldn't, and don't when "I" should? Why must "we" all endure suffering and how do "we" make it stop? Who is this creator and why do "I" bow to the figurehead of someone "I" do not know?
And so this leads to the puppet questioning the creator, as things are fated to do. When the time comes, I'll be prepared. My knowledge is meant to be shared, even to creations with no name and no soul.
I envy that my creation learns the beauty of life for the first time.
The sun rises and falls, then the moon does the same. Life's river changes its flow however it pleases. The world is anything but constant, but the only constant in life is change. Yet, the new year comes once more, and my wish is always the same.
I wish that "I" could be someone more interesting.
AGGGHHH ITS SO SILLY BWAAAAAAAAHHH
She ate a treat and was very happy
I traced it for you
You don’t heal with time, you heal with intention.
eternally grateful and literally alive thanks to them 🫶💖
i posted a xmas fic last year. i was in a bad bad state of mind. i was alone on xmas eve and new years eve and im between, but ppl comented and made me feel less so. So ty 🥺💖
Reblog if you’re grateful for your commenters <3
"My daddy's got... a gun?"
Those schoolers and students trample on my heart with a difference of three years, one month and nineteen days
They should be friends
head/neck injury + touch
"I noticed it made you happy" -> "I want to make you happy"
"Proclaiming Claudius Emperor, by Lawrence Alma-Tadema, oil on canvas, 1867. According to one version of the story of Claudius' accession, members of the Praetorian Guard found him hiding behind a curtain in the aftermath of the assassination of Caligula in AD 41, and proclaimed him emperor."
I may be delusional... BUT WHAT IF I'M NOT?
