"Widing through Avidya"
I was listening his OST and suddenly got inspired
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Who’s they? Everyone on the DSMP or the prison trio or rivals duo or staged duo or…you get the point.
Everyone!
Starting out, there's only two distinguished groups: the greater smp, and the much smaller group of anarchists. But even as they travel separately, or even later as the larger group starts to splinter, everyone yearns for the same thing
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ily bestie
ilyt wife remember to study and get sleep and all that x
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obsessed with the way that Lisa Frankenstein answers the question of “how will Lisa overcome her trauma” not with “by putting her morbid tendencies aside and rejoining society as a normal girl” but having her relive it as the perpetrator instead and being rewarded with a messy codependent husband
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It’s a most unusual story. Father was gone and Mother was dying from TB. That left Grandmother Anna, who was older than dirt, trying to raise three little girls without two nickels to rub together. It was 1933, in the middle of the depression. We lived in Queens, NY, and let me tell you, times were hard.I was five years old when The Fresh Air Fund’s Summer program had an unexpected opening. Those two weeks I spent in Delaware changed my life forever.Reliving that year, as I remembered going from NY to DE and back again, provided an unfamiliar twist. I discovered what I believed to have been a tragic and complex time unfolded as a wonderful love story. How healing it was for me to see for the first time, the beauty of my childhood through the wisdom of these old adult eyes.You better have your tissues ready…
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its only 11am
there's just something about being alone in the morning. the usual 8:30am alarm goes off, but you decide to lay there for another half an hour. when you get up, you make sure your lover wasn't too disturbed. you cover them up with the blankets and stumble into the bathroom to brush your teeth. all 3 cats in the house greet you in some way or another. Journey sits on the bathroom counter waiting for you. Benson is out in the hallway and when he sees you he gives a soft meow. Gravy is basking in the sun on her cat tower and she chirps at you. you go into the living room because nobody else is here for the day. check the weather and see that wow its already 60 degrees? lets crack open the windows, sliding doors, etc. now you just gotta catch up on a little homework. you take your airpods out after 2 hours and shut your laptop. you can hear the cars outside flying by on division street, the birds singing after having moved back into their rightful blooming trees. there's a snoring beagle in the other room, and somehow its only 11am. the air outside smells so fresh and nostalgic and you try to pinpoint what that feeling is but oh well, it doesn't matter that much. its only 11am, and the sun is pouring into the lavishly easter decorated living room. its only 11am, and the wind is brushing past in strong, short bursts, creating beautiful melodies with all the windchimes. it pushes in a different kind of air than the one you breathe in this house. its only 11am, and you're in your own slice of heaven.
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ID: Photo of a street corner; cars are parked on one side, and buildings on the other. Centered is a large cherry tree in full bloom, covered in pink blossoms, lit from behind by the sun.
Already posted this on Bluesky, and I like it so much you get to see too. I don't usually take good photos. That's mostly bc I'm a) too cheap and lazy to bother keeping up with the latest tech, and b) too slow on the draw to catch good shots. I always get entranced by the ephemeral moment, start thinking the kind of weird-ass thoughts that sometimes lead to novels, and then I remember to grab my cellphone ten minutes later. Anyway, this is with a Samsung Galaxy S22, portrait mode. And I got lucky.
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