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Rabbit 

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Hm.

For all that lecturing about how I'm "hard to gift to" and they can't "understand" or "relate" to my interests and hobbies they've never thought of just gifting a bookmark.

Why do they insist on forcing on me clothes and accessories i have never shown interest in boggles me

#sol speaks #vent

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I dreamt of being chased by a snake, red-scaled and striped with white and yellow, tipped black on both ends. Wherever my skin met its fangs, the area around the wound grew inflamed. The pain lingered, throbbing with each heartbeat, and slowly spread.

The snake had the strength to topple furniture, shatter windows and doors, and launch itself up a great height. There was no recourse but to run and hide, yet no matter where I went, no sanctuary could be found. The snake was fast and its senses keen - it did not take long for it to catch me, and each struggle rewarded me with only a few precious minutes to flee, and ever more poison to circulate with my blood.

In an act of desperation I took the biggest step back in time I've ever done. One week - to before the snake found itself within the house. Perhaps I could prevent its entrance. The world around me shifted in pieces, a thousand reflections rippling into the past. Time froze, rearranged, and unfroze.

I was in the kitchen, opening the cupboards to find something for breakfast. My wounds had healed. Or rather, they weren't inflicted yet. All except for one - a gash on my right foot, throbbing faintly with each heartbeat. The snake was already inside, even if it had yet to take form.

Another step backwards. I struggled against time's currents. The present peeled away like rotten paint to reveal another week past. I was in the middle of a house party. Extra guests roamed around the house, unseen by everyone but me. A strange writhing presence seethed within them, slowly creeping outwards. Pulsing like a heartbeat. With a sharp gesture I cast the presence out.

#sol speaks #sol dreams

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home is where your existence is a sin.

#sol speaks #vent

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#sol speaks

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It's difficult to vent without sounding like a cringe chuuni, but adulthood has not calmed these vivid and violent impulses. It has only given me experience on when and how not to find a release for them.

(And also a greater appreciation to people who see that and don't get weirded out - y'all are mvps)

#sol speaks

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Komako Sakai

#q

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#sol speaks

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the 'grimdark and tragedies are pointless' crowd kinda piss me off. i understand where they're coming from, what with smug voices with the personalities of a discarded nest constantly deriding softer, happier stories and praising hopelessness and nihilism as the only "real" themes. but the opposite extremity of that is just as nonsensical.

grimdark tragedies have the potential to create really poignant, moving stories. in a world of violence and despair, love and tenderness still exist. and it is not made lesser by the tragedy that awaits and surrounds it. so what if the only ending that awaits this is tragedy? that all their attempts to save themselves were in vain? their struggle was not meaningless. their story has moved someone. it has moved you. is that not enough? that for all their failures and flaws and mistakes, someone still wept for them? and that for all your flaws and mistakes, someone out there will still wish you a better future?

#sol speaks #fiction as emotional catharsis and harmless exploration of dark themes my beloved

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strawberries | raspberries | currants | cherries

— by Virginia Granberry (1831-1921)

#rebagel #strawberry

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wizards in the workplace

#epsilon shenanigans #rebagel

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kitani's rapport may well actually just be the thing that i'll live for once bleach ends again

#sol speaks #its exactly how i feel about bleach and about it returning again

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There's something about clear technical artistic skill deliberately manipulated to produce something that appears chaotic, messy, and ruined that massively appeals to me

#was thinking a bunch of recent black metal releases had really fire album covers #and just. chefs kiss #violence and gore and death depicted through almost cold lines #what appears to be a noise of hatching slowly morphing into a scenery of bodies in agony the more you look #meticulousness and craftmanship contrasted with death and decay and violence #lush pointings delicately composed and deliberately destroyed by streaks of colors slashed across #sol speaks

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sometimes i want to ask the 'it feels good to help people' crowd what they'd do once the Right, Kind, and Helpful action comes at a cost. what then, once helping people requires taking a serious look at internalized values and unraveling the bigotry from it? when helping people means having to face the fact that you were wrong and your past actions were neither kind nor helpful, but outright harmful? when kindness does not come with any reward, satisfaction, or emotional closure?

#sol speaks

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every now and then i think of that senpai who bought a box of 100 bluebooks

then i realize i'm That Senpai who bought a pack of 100 index cards

#sol speaks #i also have a ream of 500 a4 paper bc of That Set of Subjects that wants like 50 of it each sem