Words - feeble attempt to catch my own soul...
Random Xpressions
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And I can proudly say - I'm no longer who I used to be and the people who once knew me don't know me at all.
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Hi peoples!! Dae here, late 20s gamer, fur mama, and more. If you've made it to my page then I wanted to give you a bit of a warning. While I reblog Sims4 content and animals, I will also be reblogging nsfw content because thats also part of who I am. I'm so happy you're here, and I hope you stick around, but if the naughty bits are too much I totally get it. Have a wonderful day!! ♥
I'm finally gonna start writing and posting my stories and I'm so excited, I hope you enjoy reading them!!
Barbie Legacy Challenge!!
Intro
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Tonight the sun will set, beautiful as ever 🌅
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Prayer seems to me a cry of weakness...
“Prayer seems to me a cry of weakness, and an attempt to avoid, by trickery, the rules of the game as laid down. I do not choose to admit weakness. I accept the challenge of responsibility. Life, as it is, does not frighten me, since I have made my peace with the universe as I find it, and bow to its laws. The ever-sleepless sea in its bed, crying out “how long?” to Time; million-formed and never motionless flame; the contemplation of these two aspects alone, affords me sufficient food for ten spans of my expected lifetime. It seems to me that organized creeds are collections of words around a wish. I feel no need for such. However, I would not, by word or deed, attempt to deprive another of the consolation it affords. It is simply not for me. Somebody else may have my rapturous glance at the archangels. The springing of the yellow line of morning out of the misty deep of dawn, is glory enough for me. I know that nothing is destructible; things merely change forms. When the consciousness we know as life ceases, I know that I shall still be part and parcel of the world. I was a part before the sun rolled into shape and burst forth in the glory of change. I was, when the earth was hurled out from its fiery rim. I shall return with the earth to Father Sun, and still exist in substance when the sun has lost its fire, and disintegrated into infinity to perhaps become a part of the whirling rubble of space. Why fear? The stuff of my being is matter, ever changing, ever moving, but never lost; so what need of denominations and creeds to deny myself the comfort of all my fellow men? The wide belt of the universe has no need for finger-rings. I am one with the infinite and need no other assurance.”
― Zora Neale Hurston, Dust Tracks on a Road
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The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.
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Im caught up in your current
And ill ride the wave until it breaks
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