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wilted-wizard · 3 months
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We were told that with ai we would get our time back
Have more time to sing, write, and make art
Yet it is the computer who gets to create
While we just must survive a future disintegrating before we step into it
“Look upon ye mighty and dispear”
What happened to our time?
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sillycathorrors · 4 months
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TELL ME WHAT I DID WRONG. TELL ME WHAT I DID WRONG SO I CAN CAREFULLY CUT THAT PART OUT OF ME AND PRETEND I DONT SEE IT BLEEDING. WHY WONT YOU TALK TO ME. PLEASE TELL ME WHAT I DID WRONG.
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if only he could see the way i write about him in my journals at night. he’d either love me forever or think i’ve gone mad.
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wordsfromac · 2 months
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In my mind, few things in day-to-day life are worse than being hungry, but not having an appetite. Waking up starving but unable to bring yourself to put any food to your lips, to your tongue, to your teeth, is something I wouldn't wish on anyone. Not even the worst people in the world. It's not like I don't have the food, I am fortunate to have a kitchen full of ingredients and simple things, but I am not fortunate enough to have an appetite.
Maybe its the thoughts telling me that its better if I don't eat. Maybe it's the thoughts reminding me of how many calories and sugars are in everything, even toothpaste.
Or maybe it's just me.
Maybe this is my norm now.
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ryskyourheart · 3 months
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Hiraeth No More
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I never thought that someone who became one of the best friends I’ve ever had
Would so quickly become someone I wish I’d never met.
I don’t regret the time we shared. Or I didn’t think I did. But I start to regret it more and more each time.
I don’t know what you think I did. If it’s something that I don’t even know about. But clearly there’s something terrible if you claim you can ruin my whole reputation.
Ha. Not that I have much of one.
I can’t decide if I’d rather go back to the good times, and just enjoy them deeper and make sure I change my actions in the bad parts and at the end. Or if I’d prefer to just forget it all ever happened.
You would say I should pick the second one because the first one isn’t possible. And that I need to move on.
But I don’t think you ever considered that neither are possible for me. They’re both just fantasies. So why not dream?
I always thought I’d never had a nightmare. But if I’m not careful, you will be one.
How I wish you were just a dream. Not a bad dream. Just a good one that turned weird and bad in the end.
I don’t have anything to be afraid of. But I still am. That’s anxiety, after all.
I was so afraid of hurting you and then I guess I still did. I messed up. I wish I hadn’t. I was so careful. I guess we were never right anyway.
Hope you have the life you deserve, baby.
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fandom-trash-goblin · 3 months
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i beg you to love me, say that i'm enough, but you tell me— why are you like this? i think there's something wrong with you.
for @shestrying
thanks to @acelania for finding the unknowns!
in image / desperation sits heavy on my tongue, tumblr user tullipsink / mary oliver, ‘north country’ / virginia woolf, letter to violet dickinson / in image / blythe baird, from if my body could speak / Alice in Bed: A Play' by Susan Sontag (link in comment) / lynee rae perkins, criss cross / elena ferrante, Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay' (trans. Ann Goldstein) / rainer maria rilke, from rilke’s book of hours / in image/ in image
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okay but nessie was given the scientific name nessiteras rhombopteryx so she’d be included in the conservation of wild creatures and wild plants act of ‘75.
it’s a felony to shoot bigfoot in washington state.
the human race has sent out messages to the stars, hoping that any extraterrestrials who hear will accept our offer of friendship.
ghost hunters extend their sympathy to the souls of murder victims and bring along items that the spirits loved in life.
I think there’s something very human about the desire to believe in the paranormal. we don’t know if any of these things truly exist, but we make the offer of friendship and protection anyway. I just think it’s really lovely in its own ridiculous way.
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flustercuckfml · 2 years
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I am painting him a birthday gift
We are screaming
He says something stupid and
I glare at him
I apply paint to the portrait
Two lovers entwined
Under moonlight
The brush caresses thier faces
Turned towards eachother
Light glinting off of thier eyes
I love you..
They seem to say
I need you
The door slams and I
Continue painting
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chidoroki · 7 months
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"Unstoppable" by Donna Ashworth
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simmyfrobby · 6 months
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Battle Cries – The Amazing Devil
(x, x, x, x)
for @rimouskis based on this fic 💙
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pvmpkinzz · 6 months
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loving like a dog sort of sucks. i just want to be owned. i promise i'll be a good pup. i'll be loyal, loving, i'll run to your side as soon as your mood shifts, as soon as you need me. always. any time. all i want is to be your dog.
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gasstationpopcorn · 6 months
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redactedcrowart · 2 months
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regardless, i wasn't built to be alone
part of this series 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4
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there’s nothing more romantic than dying together
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a conversation with self through the vessel of the other
(poem by intactics)
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you know fanfic has made cleaning up someone’s wound and blood sooo romantic but it’s NOT it’s GROSS and it’s ANNOYING. i’ve been on either side of the equation (the cleaner and the cleanee) and either way it just sorta fuckin sucks.
yeah i’m worried about the wounded person, but i am focused on cleaning up their wound and treating it right and ensuring that they aren’t injured bad enough to need official help, i am NOT thinking about how close i am to them or how warm they are under my hands or the inherent eroticism of maintaining pressure on an open wound while i try to reassure them that everything will be okay it will be okay i promise i fucking promise.
when you’re wounded though there are two things going through your head, and it’s OWFUCKOWOWOWFUCKINGOUCHOWOWOWIE and “i hope they know what they’re doing” you are not thinking about their fingers in your flesh pulling gravel from it, you’re not thinking about them straddling you so they can hold you still, you’re not thinking about their breath on your skin or the hot-cool feeling of their touch.
also blood is sooo sticky and warm and slippery it is not fun. okay? okay.
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