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Grabbing, pulling, tightening of his embrace.

Hands gilded with shimmering rings, adorned with jewels.

Tears freely stream, he feels not worthy of your embrace.

“Kakavasha, Kakavasha” you call and cry,

Beads of sweat dripping down your form.

He’s rough, he’s exhausted, pushing for more.

Another night, another game, lost as he pushes in all his chips.

Aventurine, Aventurine, what an excuse of a man.

Only dips and holes, never solid footing, never something so he could breath.

Yet YOU were that solace, his dumb little bunny.

His good luck charm, his dice roller, his 40th night stand.

The person he turned to,

Yet the one he ran away from most.

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made a silly camp song

live a little

love a little

laugh a little more

burn down your nearest walmart store!

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When you hear a new song on the radio and you’re desperately trying to pick a notable phrase so you can google it later

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cool bell dude. who does it toll for

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things people have done to help me during a psychoses episode

i was on the buss and i hallucinated bugs crawling all over my hands, so my friend pulled my hoodie sleeves over them with permission and held my hands through the sleeves to "keep them off". they used the logic you would in a real bug situation.

i went nonverbal in a bad one in class, so my friend wrote me a note to give to the nurse since the teacher wouldn't let her go with me.

i often am very paranoid about the delusion that meat is actually rotten, so my dad will sometimes eat a bit of it before me

instead of telling me my delusions arent real, they help me through it using logic like it was real. they dont tell me that nothings going to hurt me in my sleep, they stay with me to keep me safe. then when it passes i can realize its not real

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she attention deficit on my hyperactivity til i disorder

#gumy shark you are so me

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The use of difficulty ratings (easy/medium/hard) rather than levels of firmness (soft/firm/hard) to describe egg yolk viscosity implies the existence of higher difficulties such as "eggs over-legendary" and perhaps even "eggs over-nightmare"

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I want to write a book called “your character dies in the woods” that details all the pitfalls and dangers of being out on the road & in the wild for people without outdoors/wilderness experience bc I cannot keep reading narratives brush over life threatening conditions like nothing is happening.

I just read a book by one of my favorite authors whose plots are essentially airtight, but the MC was walking on a country road on a cold winter night and she was knocked down and fell into a drainage ditch covered in ice, broke through and got covered in icy mud and water.

Then she had a “miserable” 3 more miles to walk to the inn.

Babes she would not MAKE it to that inn.

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im gonna fucking cry

#GORGEOUS

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if you’re white and wanna write a poc character and feel awkward about it i implore you to ignore any twitblr stuff treating it as a massive ethical burden and instead come in more with the same mindset you’d have if you wanted to write about idk firefighters but didn’t know anything about firefighters so you do... research. Like fuck off with the weird kinda creepy calls for spiritual introspection you’re not writing about god damn space aliens you’re writing about humans and if you think you need more perspective of different life experiences just read?

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love yourself, as much as I love you,

feed yourself, as much as I feed you,

care for yourself, as much as I care for you,

forgive yourself, as much as I forgive you,

help yourself as much as I help you,

your efforts will not be in vain

run as i spill and wilt, tears soiling the earth

all is not for naught

save yourself, for I cannot.

#GUYS POEM WOWOEEEEE

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last year i was eating in a fancy, large restaurant when i began to hear a rumble and the distant sound of people chanting ‘potassium, potassium’ and suddenly hundreds of people dressed as bananas flood this restaurant chanting potassium over and over and we were trapped there for a very long time because the bananas would not leave and they were everywhere

i wasn’t joking