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if i look back, i am lost
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@aimlesstoad
stop using chatgpt!!!! take a bronze pin and carve your questions onto an ox scapula, then toss it into the fire!!!! use the cracks to divine the gods answer!!!!
citations still have to be APA 7th edition though. if you plagiarise, the gods will flood the yellow river again. and you'll lose your academic standing.
(The Gods, personal communication, July 18, 2024)
Every morning, I put on my thinking cap and my smartiepants. Unfortunately, there is no shirt that properly proclaims my intellectual abilities, so I have to go tits out
tumblr users love reading. you literally stopped for this post just because it has words in it
this is one of my favorite bits about tumblr
the users seem to actually prefer text posts to anything else, and treat it as a chore to play a video especially with sound
this is me actually
I’m afraid when I smile, something else might come out. A earnest attempt at joy morphing into a grotesque horror for others to reel from. My teeth lengthen clutching my lips like fingers, the desperation prying, crawling out of my mouth as others flinch in revulsion. They can see my spirit beg for connection, for acceptance as it contorts my body’s features in a mockery of their own exuberance. My lips pulled back too far, flesh stretched tight revealing yellowed bone and pink skin. One would regard a gaping wound more inviting than the pathetic pleading in my smile.
My memory warps, burns, eats itself. The threads of my memory slacken, tangle and snap. Severed cords of detail are cradled in my fingers as I weep for the loss. I pace in circles, rechecking every knot, every lash, but they unravel behind me. I clutch at what I can reach, holding them taut as i can, pulled close to my chest. It’s not enough. It will never be enough. I will fray and rot until I’m left with the whispers of the past lying in gnarled pieces at my feet. I wrap the last around my throat.
Need to investigate the flooding situation on my dash lately
There is a light in my ribcage
It flickers and wavers
It went out for a while
Now lit, it melts into the wax
Thick drops dribbling onto my spine
The light peeks between my ribs
Playful, timid
Joy afraid to be real
The light might hide
But the warmth stays
My bones won’t remain cold
"I'm still kicking" is such a funny way to say "I'm still alive". Like lol. I'm still thrashing. Flailing. Writhing even. The violence remains.
guy who has a mental health condition that comes and goes: i’m cured this time actually i can feel it
same guy when they start having symptoms again: what the fuck is happening and why
The heart wants what it wants
seeking pain as its accompaniment if no other companion takes its arm
it rakes itself in agony,
lies sluggish in apathy
its cravings overwhelming