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Wolfoxymy Myne Eon or just Joe 21/Male/Open to talk, I don't judge. This account is for my original stuff, things people make for me and dumb ideas.

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thew mood of tumblr lately 

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PLEASE LET ME RE-BLOG ADDS

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Just a vent piece, Heads up this is about family emotional trama, and Trans feelings? something along that. 

The entire time she lived she worked to bundle up, shove and ignore him. The bit of her she didn’t know even existed behind all the walls of self-loathing and layers of despising himself. He couldn’t see that he even existed. So, she kept shoving and compressing so much down where I didn’t come bubbling up out her mouth in a pile of word vomit that was her thoughts. She didn’t know, who she was, why she needs to be a person. All she knew is that she had to follow the road she set on before she new what she was. A husk of emotionless, soulless, shallow mud that only knew how to draw. What was the point in anything else if, that, was the only thing she was good at? Other than be objectified in her own mind, that is. The unintentionally? cruel sexism from their mother scaring them in to asking as someone they, thought they could trick themselves int to believing they were. The world around them swimming, their only chance at the life they thoughted they wanted, thrown away by their anxiety. The stone in their gut digging deeper and deeper with every recognized cruelty of their family. After taking the first step of everything they needed to find themselves, only to be rebutled and told at each turn that ‘your thoughts don’t matter’ or  ‘you don’t think that you’re just being dumb’ really words to the same affect.

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Wind

When i moved the air was different. Moving from the coast to the desert is a huge change. 

One of, if not, the main thing I miss is the wind.

I used to live in a salt-marsh land on a salty river’s tributary. When I was younger I’d take walks almost every night. And As I got older, and subsequently more scared, I walked at night less, but still walked to school bus-stops, biked and the like. 

I air was salty in the perfect way, it felt like mother nature was snuggling me up in a hug every time I lefty the house. Granted there where many days where it was unbearably stuffy, hard to breath and hot. 

So, when I left the airport after getting a ticket from my oldest sibling to keep me from being homeless vea moving cross country. My first thought was.

Where is the hug? The water in the air? The heat is still hear, painfully so, but it’s from the sun and not the air itself. 

But the air!

My first breath was deep, dry and freeing!

I could breath deeper than I ever had in my life, and I love the desert for it. I do hate the fact that I know have to drink water! It’s not just there in the air. My hands get dry, the sun hurts, and no one seems to mind??

I don’t even know how the homeless survive, this weather is so Dire. 

I digress.

I miss salt. its not just the  water i favor, it’s really the salty air, the smooth salty winds at night that would mettle the mind and free the senses.

I got so restless the other night, when I went outside and couldn’t smell the salt.

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your assigned pokemon kin

your age + the day you were born x the month you were born

the total is your pokedex number

mine is Marowak

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Mines Aggron

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Someone Help

The door keeps clicking

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Don’t let them ruin you

Memories run the mind ragged when they get ahold of it in the present.

Let it, favor the flavors you love, the smell that reminds you of your favorite book, the one library you can’t forget the layout of no matter how many years pass.

Please

Let yourselves love your past for what it barely was but not for what it wasn’t.

The memories that burn and bring a smile to your face at the same time.

The Person who scared and loved you more than you could ever think to love them back. -the creep-

The People who only stood by you to keep themselves from being alone. -the kids-

 The Adults who ignored the problem, or just couldn’t see them -the blind-

Don’t Forget them -the fools-

BUT 

Please

Don’t let them drip the black, white and even grey Melancholy that consumes thoughts of them control your memories of what you -di- DO love to this day. 

Your favorite book

Your favorite chair

No matter what anyone says, you Love these things. 

Their opinion of these things don’t matter.

 You love it, and that’s all that matters.

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So, What hells do I do now?

I've never really been on this sight to do much but reblog {on @wolfoxymy }and man very specific blogs {I.E. ask-z and @ask-nip-the-gaster-blaster } which ive only really rebolged and just updated my pokemon one, ask z the zubat.

So, why the hells do I feel so stressed to do something on here and both of those blogs?? What the hells should I even do on here? Moblie won't let me pot pictures on here properly {which I learbed vea my ask blog, yay} and I dont have much but my anxiety keeping me up at this point.

Hello I guess.

If you give a damn enough to check out this blog, I hope you like what yah see!

Thanks for reading my rant.