D!0X!D3 (pronounced “Dioxide”): ANARCHY AGAINST CONTROL. On an alien planet called Epicland, and abandoned child called Melanie gets adopted into an anarchist society called Syr-Ko’s Children Anarchist Society! (SKCAS for short). No adults allowed, you get kicked out when you’re 30. In this society, children run the game, with a plan to eliminate the ones who control us and make their world r0b0t!c. You’d wonder to yourself: ???
*You hear the sound of footsteps and the balcony door slam
*Your face feels wet. Your eyes are sore.
P.S. This isn’t the same person as EPIC CLUB MELODY. That version of Melody represents more of a distorted version of (IMLS) Melody, Yahaira and even their cousin, Darla.
Friendly reminder that Clover gave up their entire life just so monsters could maybe be free one day. This child believed their friends and everyone else would get a happy ending. They believed a good human would show up one day and that everyone would finally see the surface.
1. You are responsible for your own media experience.
2. There is such a thing as a healthy level of avoidance towards topics that make you feel unwell or even (in a real-life clinical definition of the term) trigger you - but you are the one to actively take care of what you view.
3. Avoiding does not mean policing others.
4. You have no right to tell artists to censor themselves - you may criticize what others do, you may dislike it, that’s fine - but actively asking for censorship when you could easily unfollow or block a person just makes you look incompetent in your use of the internet.
5. Do not give people on tumblr or /any/ website the responsibility for your emotional well-being. Because these people do not even know you so no, you have no right to ask them to take care of you.
In this one, I wasn’t aware it was a dream nor could a remember any memories when I was conscious.
I was at the hospital, I was gonna sacrifice myself. The surgeons would remove my heart and kidneys and give them to someone in need, but it unfortunately meant my death.
I remember being proud yet so scared at the same time. If I stayed in that dream a little longer, would I have experienced death first hand?
Keep reading for some insight on what I think this dream meant!
(PS: It’s just as bad as the dream itself)
Here’s a text I sent to my mom explaining some memories that could’ve caused this dream.
On a more serious note though, I’ve also been having some chest pain/tightness for the past couple of days.
I don’t have any sort of physical or mental issues that can course chest issue besides some anxiety issues. I haven’t told anyone, but I’ll tell my mom soon. I hope it isn’t serious.