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Yunaël
They / them ▲ 26 ▼ Too gay for my own good ▲ Autistic
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Scientific fraud is the most baffling thing ever to me like do they think they're just going to make a huge breakthrough and no one will notice that it's fake by trying to replicate their results
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People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.
I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.
I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.
There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me
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Are you already on your way?
I've come with you this far,
I'm never really lost,
Our paths will surely cross.
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The title of the song is "swingin' paroniria".
Paroniria is a medical symptom involving an excess of morbid dreams and nightmares. The word has a Latin origin. Still in the spirit of UNDEAD. Interesting.
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The shadows are here. They always are.
Most of the time they hide in mine, like predators waiting for their prey. Then, at the tiniest opportunity, they suddenly grow. Claws and teeth tearing everything apart, until nothing is recognizable anymore.
They hiss, growl, yowl. They grab me, make me their prisoner. They invade my brain, make it theirs, like a parasite devouring every lucid thought that could potentially save me, leaving me like a scared, hurt animal.
Hurt, hurt, hurt.
I can't react in time. Never. I don't know how to stop them. They're too powerful, too agile. They're too good at hiding.
So all I can do is wait. Wait for them to calm down. Wait for them to go back to my own shadow. Wait for the sun to shine down upon me once more. Until then, I let them nibble every part of me. They form a stifling cocoon, a very dark prison in which I can only sit and wait, wait, wait.
I have no other choice, with that curse of mine.
No other choice.
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The last pic is available on INPRNT!
✨Reblogs are appreciated✨
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If Genshin had been older we would have had an animatic or animation of Dottore and his clones to "We are Number One" from Lazytown and you cannot convince me otherwise.
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they just wanted an umbrella
but xingqiu has been haggling for a while now,,
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>be me
>open tumblr in public
>falin's tits
>frantically close tumblr
>open twitter
>falin's tits again
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kabru is so fucking funny. he’s out here playing 15 dimensional manipulation mind chess with a guy whose hobby is barking like a dog
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the fact that walls get dusty is ridiculous. you're vertical. act like it.
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