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superhater · 9 months
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can you tell at what point my wacom pen stopped working
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hrtley · 1 year
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want to make a welcome home layout SOOO BADDDDD
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willows-woes · 1 year
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i disgust myself.
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seokmatthewz · 2 years
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I wanna gif but im too tired so tomorrow will be gif day since I have to get up at 9am and will be free after 11 djdmnddj
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intervoids · 2 years
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auchk it hurts so much and i have to pack it in to a pocket inside me that is too little and all the while i just want to scream in agony until it feels like my skull veins will burst. i want to sob and wail. but i know that version of me who lets it out, shes in me and she screams and wails and sobs on my behalf.
and what do i do to repay this debt? i make her shelter, too, in that tiny pocket in me where a million pains and gruesome woes reside, creating in me some kind of dense neutron star of abysmal hurt
#i dont care if agony is a dramatic word#i am in agony#life is agony#happiness is stuck under something and no matter how i train i can never lift it#i try and i try and i try but i wear my arms out and then i try and i try and i try and theres sweat everywhere#and my body feels flayed and my heart feels doomed and then the thing budges just a little for a moment and i go on#tearing muscle from bone and the thing doesnt budge and the happiness i see has imprints from the thing and a crust and is sun-bleached#and i think its a lost cause and its too far gone and face the music: its never gonna happen#and i look up and insee all these other people walking around town in their clear skin and nice clothes and they have happiness#and i am certain that i am not only weak but also simply not one of those human beings destined for a fulfilling soul-soaring life of joy#i am for the scrapes and the skids and the grout#i am for the dirt and the nettles and the cockroach#i am for the deluded waste-aways and the broken zombies#i am for everything existing and living that no person with an inflated social ego would allow themselves to experience#i am the dead end and the life without living#we die here#this is no noble spaceship-earth#this is our tomb and i have met none who were willing to die as noble scum when they could strive to be the worst scum of nobles#and so i gave no hope after seeing the true selfishness of every person who pretends to be earnest and open#liars is what the world is made of#for every well intentioned person with an ounce of humility theres a billion well intentioned people who would skin you for their ego
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bugsinthebayou · 11 months
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rejoice! wolfwood's big naturals be upon ye!!
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melop-hile · 1 year
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holding for my psychiatrist's office is what i expect my own personal hell to be like
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vvillowatomica · 1 year
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i wish i knew someone who likes the walking dead like i do
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months
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His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy.
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artis-dead · 2 years
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Wood loaf, right out of the oven.
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phantom-of-the-keurig · 2 months
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My honest post bad batch season 3 premiere reaction
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burnt-toast2 · 1 month
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Had a horrible little thought about tbhk chapter 112 and thought I should share it with the class :)
Imagine Teru and Nene go to Tsuchigomori for help and he tells them the best place to look for clues would be going to Amane’s house where he’s still alive (and 64 years old) and when they arrive they’re greeted by his wife who is the polar opposite of Yashiro and yet looks just like everything Yashiro has always wanted to look like, thinner legs, bigger chest, you get the idea, just imagine how absolutely devastating it must be to look upon your dearest beloved and seeing him happily married without a single memory of you ever existing, every happy moment you’ve shared has been long erased and replaced by his new love who has been there all his life.
Even worse is the fact that since she never travelled back in time during the festival arc he never met her as a child, nor did he meet her during his school years when she came through the door, he never made the wish to see the pretty girl once more because he never came to know of her existence, he lived as just that, a science teacher
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sherlockggrian · 5 months
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For the first time in a long time, Grian realizes something.
The people in this world love each other. They care about each other. Grian has spent so long isolating himself, keeping a safe distance from any real alliance, making sure everyone knew they couldn't trust him in the end, because there is always an end, always chaos, and no matter what happens, the only way out is to die. Grian knew that, he still knows that, but for the first time, he can see something else too.
When he presses the button and dies, for a moment he can see everything, all the destruction, the weight of it all. He can see all of the greens and yellows, coming together to defeat the wither, fighting together, not each other, fighting for their lives and their teammates and friends.
Afterwards, they bury Mumbo and Jimmy together. This time it feels different. Grian's killed before. He's killed both Mumbo and Jimmy at his own hands. And he knows it's his fault, this time, too, but it's different because it didn't even matter. For the first time in what feels like years of this game, Grian feels fucking terrible. He's felt guilt before, but never this sort of grief, never this level of horror at what he's created. Because this isn't the usual world of every man for himself, of utter chaos and bloodshed, this is a world where everybody came together, and for the first time, Grian starts to understand why Scott still believes in love, and hope.
And the watchers hate it. They hate what they've always hated about Grian - that he's still human.
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beaft · 2 months
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i never normally experience the maternal instinct except where small animals are concerned, but there is a regular at my café who looks so perpetually soggy and depressed that he provokes in me an almost uncontrollable urge to take him to the back room and feed him soup
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apridotz · 3 months
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🏜 WIP!
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god sorry for my lack posts fr. ( been hit with the worst artblock ive had so far 💀)
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mikakuna · 2 months
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thinking about how isolated jason was throughout his entire life is not for the weak!!!
as a child, he was homeless, both parents gone, and had no friends. he couldn't have been more isolated during a time where he should've been making friends in school.
as robin, he had no hero friends his age like dick, tim, and damian have. all he had was bruce and alfred. it didn't seem like any of the school kids particularly liked him. he was so alone during his robin years, those young teenage years where he should've been surrounded by friends and peers.
then he comes back to life, gets sent to a care home where he's unaware of everything, survives alone on the streets for a year, lives with talia for a year where he's just basically used like a science experiment while catatonic, and then he finally returns to gotham and literally just works alone. artemis and bizzaro come later on but even they eventually leave.
he was so alone and it's sad to think that he never got the chance to be a typical hero or child like dick, tim, and damian got to be
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