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sweet-child-of-night · 4 hours

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punching walls isn’t helping i need to punch myself out of my existence

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sweet-child-of-night · 18 hours

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Seeing all these trending reels on Dostoevsky and his quotes (some of which he never even wrote) lately, and I really want to gatekeep him so bad!

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sweet-child-of-night · 21 hours

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Do you like people who express their jealously and possisvness

who doesn’t?

#i do!

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sweet-child-of-night · 21 hours

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I said I love the Smiths

tom hansen would fall for you anon

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sweet-child-of-night · 21 hours

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awakward love confession of a middle school boy

"Dear crush-" no, that's too direct.

"Dear friend, I thought we should talk.

Maybe you and me could... Go for a walk ?"

Does that count as a date ?

How well does it translate ?

UGH, I'll just... I'll just try again.

"Dear best friend, I was hoping we could be...

Something more than friends... One two three"

Kill me, just fucking-

"Dear best friend, how about a drink ?

Got something in mind, wanna know what you think...

I'm having trouble with words, can't tell why.

Scared of what some of them tend to imply.

This is something I'll never get to retry.

Would an extra word affect your reply ?"

Now I've held on to a rhyme too long.

Will she think I'm too much ?

Am I doing it wrong... ?

...ahh fuck it.

"I like you, okay ? To the moon and back!

Let's go get your favorite coffee black!

It's fine if the feeling doesn't flow both ways.

Whichever way it goes, our friendship stays.

Think about it and write me back, I'll wait.

In most of all sincerities, your best mate."

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sweet-child-of-night · 1 day

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guys mom said no more vaugeblogging i must study

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sweet-child-of-night · 1 day

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sent the most risky text

lets see what happens

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sweet-child-of-night · 1 day

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Don’t forget your daily click :

Yesterday the President of Columbia University was dragged in front of Congress for a sham hearing on antisemitism. The truth is the school has repeatedly called the NYPD on their own students for supporting Palestine. And this morning we’re seeing the violent results.

And Columbia isn’t alone. Conservatives love talking about colleges as liberal institutions, but they are run by boards of wealthy individuals committed to the status quo, including enforcing Zionism violently, no matter the price their students pay.

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sweet-child-of-night · 1 day

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Yesterday the President of Columbia University was dragged in front of Congress for a sham hearing on antisemitism. The truth is the school has repeatedly called the NYPD on their own students for supporting Palestine. And this morning we’re seeing the violent results.

And Columbia isn’t alone. Conservatives love talking about colleges as liberal institutions, but they are run by boards of wealthy individuals committed to the status quo, including enforcing Zionism violently, no matter the price their students pay.

#palestine #columbia university

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sweet-child-of-night · 2 days

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have you ever recieted your poetries anywhere? if yes then where do you wish to recite it like the ideal place you wish to let your words talk

Oh! i have recited several of my poetries on stage at open mic in my town. well truth be told, i might be reaching for starts here but i would love to one day perform at JFK center in washington.

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sweet-child-of-night · 2 days

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One excercise u would ask ur enemy to do

lateral raises

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sweet-child-of-night · 2 days

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Not sure if you are a fan of scifi but i have a prompt that relates to that : You're an immortal. She is a time traveller. Every now and then, you two pop into each other lives.

I watched mostly, since i would always forget the beginning and there would be no end, there was little else to do, living felt like playing a pawn in chess, just one step at a time however for a pawn like me death was uncertain. I had no effect and all my actions led to no consequences, anything i built faded away, anyone i met gone, it all seemed inconsequential. I have watched an endless ocean of humanity but none of them memorable.

Except for her.

There was always a "her." A woman who seemed to exist at the crossroads of history. I'd seen her in the shadow of the pyramids, amidst the chaotic streets of the French Revolution, even brushing shoulders with Einstein just before his groundbreaking discovery. Each encounter felt brief and tense, a missed connection in the grand tapestry of time.

The last time we met, it wasn't pleasant. else. She tried to kill me, I couldn't die. Let's just say the cobblestone streets of 18th-century Paris ran red that day. But death, for me, was more of an inconvenience than a threat. So, I decided to disappear, hoping it would appease her.

Now, here she was again. Sitting across from me at a quaint Parisian cafe, a stark contrast to our last encounter. Two shots of espresso, just like before, but her blonde hair seemed duller this time, and her usually bright eyes held a flicker of worry.

"So," I began, the clinking of spoons against porcelain the only sound, "what exactly are you?"

“I could ask you the same. No matter when I am, you look almost exactly how you did before."

“Well what can i say? I have a seven step skin care routine” i say “but seriously, are you like me?”

”what do you mean like you?” She reached for my espresso, taking a generous swig before I could protest.

"Immortal, I suppose. Are you the same?"

The smile vanished, replaced by a grimace. "Not quite. I am an associate of temporal continuum task force, we mend inconsistencies in time."

Intrigue pricked at my jaded soul. "So like a plumber?”

She sighed, snatching my napkin and wiping a speck of coffee from her lip. "Well, we mend tears in time, historical injuries that threaten the flow of things. Consider us like time doctors”

"It's not exactly fixing things," she continued, her voice catching. "We can't rewrite history. But we can nudge it, prevent catastrophes that would unravel the fabric of time."

A sardonic chuckle escaped my lips. "Uh huh. Figures why you're always lurking around during pivotal moments."

Her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh! You remember me?"

"Hard to forget the face of the assassin who tried to snuff me out," I replied with a wry laugh. The memory still sent a phantom tingle up my spine, but time had dulled the sharp edge of betrayal.

"Ugh, about that," she mumbled, cheeks flushing a charming shade of crimson as she averted her gaze. "Knowing what you know now, maybe it's a little more understandable?"

I waved a dismissive hand. "No worries, love. Water under the bridge. Besides," I leaned back, a chuckle rumbling in my chest, "18th century France wasn't exactly a picnic. French or you, someone was probably going to send me to meet the business end of a guillotine."

A tense silence stretched between us, thick with the unspoken weight of our past encounters. I could practically see the gears turning in her head, piecing together the fragments of our bizarre, time-hopping connection. We both nursed lukewarm coffee, the steam curling skyward like unspoken thoughts.

Finally, unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I broke the silence. "So, spill it. Something big's brewing today, isn't it?"

“Yeah there is a tear nearby, I must mend it in time or we lose billions of lives to this monstrosity” she scoffed, a glint of disgust in her eyes.

The weight of her words settled on me like a leaden cloak. She wasn't just an observer; she was a guardian angel. "Sounds...pretty cool…not the tear but your dedication to saving lives" I managed, the words feeling pathetically inadequate next to the weight of her mission.

A genuine smile, tinged with sadness, broke through her worry. "Yeah, it can be. It's what keeps me going."

Suddenly, her watch beeped, a harsh sound severing the fragile connection.

"Damn," she muttered, downing the rest of my espresso in one go. "I have to go. There's a tear in a few hours, and..."

without even realising, i extended my hand holding hers. It was delicate and tender "Let's talk about something else," I blurted, desperate to hold onto this unexpected moment of connection. "Anything but this mission."

She paused, surprised. "You sure? You have questions, right?"

"Yes, but they can wait? You look…burdened."

She didn’t say a word but sat down in front of me again, looking into her eyes made me feel the same way when i had my first bite of that frozen desert.

“Where are you from” i asked in a gentle whisper

"The end of time…”

"Lonely, isn't it?" I said, my voice surprisingly steady. “carrying this weight of an entire universe on her shoulders.”

“It's sorta lonely, I'll admit. We know nothing more is going to happen, ever. Almost takes the fun away from living. But! I get to experience so many different time periods. I get to meet new people, see new things, explore SO many different worlds, so it makes up for it…”

"Sometimes," she continued,"when I have the free time, I like to go out to a nice little spot, a couple of millennia ahead of here and a couple of galaxies away, to this beautiful little ocean planet. There's so many wonders there; I never get tired of looking at it."

She smiled at me, probably happy that she had an equal to talk to in one of these time periods.

"I hope I get to see it one day," I said with a wink.

A small beep interrupted us again, She looked down at her wrist, noting the time.

"I must leave. It'll be soon, and I need to be in position."

I wasn't finished. I wanted to talk more.

"You gonna come around some more? Maybe come by for a chat when you have the free time?"

"Yeah...I'll save your coordinates.”

Her fingers danced across a sleek, metallic device strapped to her wrist, a flurry of light swirling around it for a moment. Locking eyes with me,

"Didn't think about it, but you must get lonely too," she admitted, her voice softer than the whisper of forgotten stars. "Living through all these centuries...makes sense why you'd want someone who gets it."

She waved goodbye, and that was the last I saw of her.

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That was...the last I saw of her. Ever. I get the feeling something bad happened that day. It was huge. All over the news. Something about a bunch of bombs...cleared out about 30 city blocks. It's -- I can't get it off my mind. I've had eons to think about this. Literal eons. I watched the world end. I watched the galaxy end. I witnessed the eventual heat death of the universe, and here I am, and I still can't stop thinking about it.

The man across from me drilled his eyes into mine, his gaze as sharp as a shard of obsidian. He continued typing entire detail about in his device

"It checks out, that's for sure. You've..." The guy laughs. "You've really come a long way. I just can't wrap my head around why this woman would stick in your mind for so long."

I don't know either. There's something nagging at me, some bit of the puzzle I need to make sense of. Something she said.

"Look, she said -- she said that you guys were like time engineers or something."

The guy corrects me “time doctors”. He's heard this before. He knows.

"And you guys are supposed to help patch up time. She's been doing a lot of patching. If my memory holds, she's been doing a lot of patching. And I've been doing a lot of living."

I think I know.

"Maybe it's my turn. Maybe there's an injury in time that I'm supposed to heal.

The guy nods at me. He sees sense.

"Well just so you know she left on that exact same mission you talked about maybe two hours ago. I mean she might even be trying to kill you as we speak but i can put you down on her coordinates at...” he flicked some switches on his device which is wrapped around his wrist “well mister i hope you are wrong about it”

I hope I'm wrong too. In case I'm not, then I can do more this time. I know more now.

And if I fail?

I think I won't mind seeing another few eons to have another crack at it…..

#oc story

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sweet-child-of-night · 2 days

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If you could have a museum exhibit dedicated to you, what would the theme be?

a shared experience : humanity

#too nerdy?

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sweet-child-of-night · 2 days

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why can’t you seriously answer any question?

i am just silly like that

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sweet-child-of-night · 2 days

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What's the craziest thing you've ever cooked (or attempted to cook)?

well once two of my friends go together to cook this with me, i clicked a picture of it for the moment, you know

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sweet-child-of-night · 2 days

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What's one thing most people don't know about you?

i simply do not exists

#real ones would get it

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sweet-child-of-night · 2 days

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What is your take on online dating app?

well its’ like online shopping, but for humans. swipe right, swipe left, add to cart...

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