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a-beautiful-fool · 4 months
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the teenage boys are really teenage boying today :/
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guys can music be an addiction?? I haven't listened to music in like three hours and I'm suffering withdrawals. Like I have this internal urge under my skin at the back of my mind constantly reminding me that music is not playing and thinking ab what cool songs would be playing if I just put on music
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codebreakerblue · 7 months
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So.
I think I'm bisexual on a technicality
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fetch-the-hammer · 2 years
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hooooly shit ohh my god im gonna start eating drywall
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drunk and embarrassed!!
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do y’all ever have a dream that’s like,,, man this overall message is upsetting/unsettling, but the character designs are BUSSIN
bc that’s what happened for a Dialtown dream i had last night
imma try to recreate the designs i liked
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inkskinned · 5 months
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i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".
it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.
do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.
but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.
do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).
you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.
walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.
no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.
do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."
you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.
there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.
i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.
he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."
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wuduweard · 19 days
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he sat inside a coffee shop and there he thought to put in rhyme the hurricane of random words like hummingbirds that outpace time·
he knew his rhymes were clumsy but let’s come see what his mind had wrought through syllables of saxon verbs and latin words what ghosts he caught·
in reverie he rode the waves in vocal staves of melody· he hoped that through halflucid rhymes his angst could find some remedy·
the twinkling of the chandelier was bright an clear amidst the steam the coffee press gave off in heat· aroma sweet· a scented dream·
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tangledinpeonies · 9 months
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name change i guess?? idk it just felt like it was time 🤷🏻‍♀️ cluelesslilsharkie -> tangledinpeonies
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frostios · 3 months
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normal kittay cats
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You often hear others say that being normal isn't something to be proud of, but they forget that the word is neutral, through and through.
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namespara · 4 months
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Hello strangest target audience of fellow sad mage enjoyers
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sacklumi · 11 months
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ahppy pride month . What do you mean its july 1st
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Cant stress enough how much ive been yhinking of this image
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final battle
*please dont read or take these, just putting em here so I don't lose em this time.*
Finally after 35 years
After all of the pain, hopeless days and
monsters tearing through my brain.
I had a breakthrough.
The hardest battle, in a neverending war,
Trying to break through my fears,
cut the hate, open the gate,
Find a way to help the child crying at my core,
to maybe figure out what I'm living for.
Allow myself to feel it all and hope I survive.
The final fight, either I heal or I die. (facing the night, bleeding inside)
**so I face myself,
breaking down my walls
that were built to save
me from my flaws ( gotta find a way)
As I bleed it out,
I am flattened down
will I make it out,
or am I just another dark statistic.** ( just a cliche)
The deeper I go, the more the iceberg shows.
How long has this went on? Not sure why I 'm so wrong.
The deep wounds from life, betrayals cut like a knife.
Then, the frustration, being ever so patient.
No, I don't want to see, trying to suppress that memory.
But I must expose it and everything underneath.
The anger, contemplating, spent all this time self hating and waiting.
Now it's me versus me, And I tear at myself,
lost now in this, the skin starts to bleed... ( too deep, too deep)
**so I face myself, (what have I done, Oh god I hate this)
breaking down my walls
that were built to save
me from my flaws
As I bleed it out, ( can't I run?)
I am flattened down
will I make it out,
or am I just another dark statistic.** ( another person dead on christmas)
Fully inside, my tears fill my eyes.
The blade is in my thigh, but I'm in my mind. ( not away it's life or death)
Attacking myself with everything I've held in.
Addressing the shame, Hearing the blame. ( but not seeing the blood)
How I let them all down, nothing is okay now.
Gotta make it right, Push the blade in. ( unaware that it's too much)
Punish myself and let it all out. ( as I've always done)
The real truths spilling onto the floor... ( what if I bled too much?)
**so I face myself, ( dizzy now)
breaking down my walls
that were built to save
me from my flaws ( oh god, don't let me die tonight)
As I bleed it out,
I am flattened down
will I make it out,
or am I just another dark statistic.** *( please don't take me on christmas)
Then I found her, deep inside, barely alive.
My inner child, weakly crying, reaches for me then. ( she can't even stand)
What have I done? I hurt her, I used to be her,
and I drop the blade and embrace myself. ( bout fucking time)
I'm sorry, I forgive me, I will not self hate.
Just like that, I love myself, won't let me go again, ( I swear)
then this joy and light lit up me soul.
Now I am okay, not just pretend.( as long as I can stop this bleeding)
I will never hurt or doubt my self again.
Or feel alone, in myself I made a forever friend.( healing myself was all I was needing)
And I am ready to rise, I feel a new flame is burning in my eyes.
love you because I love me.
finally free.
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angee1011 · 1 year
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What I wouldn’t give for like $5000 right now 🫤
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So I finally watched Puss in Boots 2....
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