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twstinginthewind · 7 months
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I think my favorite part of the Harveston event, aside from it making me want to knit big puffy mittens, had to be the magic plushies. They reminded me of toys I had growing up back in the day; patchwork animals are so adorable!
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I hate when tiktok infiltrates my actual life
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pokeblr-confessions · 8 months
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Got really high once and thought my Skitty was a Mew
Confession #459
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walmartlevelgoofy · 4 months
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You Are My Sunshine
"You are-" The two dance together, moonlight shining down on their heads, emphasizing their tears"my sunshine,"The stars twinkle and dance, a meteor shower begins, and lights far too bright shoot far too fast across the evening sky, making the shadows join the lovers dance."my only sunshine"The words come out as a whisper, tenderly floating out dry lips faintly brushing against the other's bloodied ear."you make me happy"Every word is punctuated with a cut-short dry sob, empty of everything but emotion. "when skies are gray"The shooting stars become brighter as the song goes on, highlighting every leaf, every flower petal, every broken hunk of concrete scattered on the floor"You'll never know, dear"Their tears shine bright on the cracked ground, but neither worry of anyone seeing them."How much I love-"They can hear the shooting stars come closer and closer now, but they've long since accepted their fates"you."The ground begins to shake the abandoned building, the abandoned city, this abandoned planet, full of, yet devoid of life."So please"They continue dancing, no matter how tired they are."don't take"They know these are their last moments together."my sunshine"They have been through so much, and tonight, it's finally over."away"The final word can hardly be heard by the speaker. Everything is so bright, but they're already crying. As the meteor comes closer and closer, the two are bathed in an otherworldly radiance. If anyone was watching, they would say they were angels. In the brightness of the end, you can't see the dirt and blood smudged on their clothes, their skin. You can't see the years of hardships and the terrors that the have seen. Because together, they faced life. And together, they will face death.
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salsanewt · 2 years
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I can't spell...Roulxs...Ruoxls....Rouxls. But I do know it's pronounced "Rules".
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trauma-culture-is · 2 years
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Trauma culture is reading the BITE model and realizing that it's super relatable
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alilweirddragon · 2 years
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Watching Ratland now and
1. Benson is confirmed to be gay. Good for him! Not so good for Kipo (awkward confession I KNEW was coming. Sorry Kipo but no XD Kinda glad they put it in tho lol)
2. KIPO JUST GREW FUR AND GOT SUPER STRENGTH HEBSNSKUSJAHAHV
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the-dragon-girl-27 · 2 months
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It is the middle of a Sunday afternoon. You have nothing on, and aren't expecting visitors, deliveries or post.
Unexpectedly, there is a knock at the door.
you are greeted by...... her
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pbnmj · 11 months
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THE NOIR-HOBIE INTERACTIONS THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND ARE VERY REAL TO ME. SONY PLEASE PICK UP WHAT I’M PUTTING DOWN!!!
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inkskinned · 9 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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k3yreviewer25 · 11 months
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One of my favorite hobbies is thinking about the fucked up implications of this fantasy world map my parents got me for christmas
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[Image ID: photo of a map. On the left side of the map is Middle Earth, with the Shire and Mordor labeled. To the direct right of Mordor is Whoville.]
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artkaninchenbau · 1 month
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A h-heartfelt reunion..?
Bonus
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txttletale · 11 months
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bilionaires are so cool. this guy founded venmo by the way
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suiheisen · 2 months
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liberté, egalité, fraternité et yaoi
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melimelotus · 2 months
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Like the majority of society I’m obsessed with Nimona
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And I rewatched it a million times and one thing always sticks out to me 
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There are moments when Ambrosius is surrounded by light like a little protective bubble 
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That keeps him away from the man he loves more than anything 
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