Astrifer

I don't know where else to post my writing PFP and banner by me Star Absorbed Bohemian https://linktr.ee/astriferem

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Remind yourself of who you are! What you do! If you're an actor, don't forget your part! If you're a worker, don't forget your heart! If you're a hedon, don't forget your harp! Remind yourself of who you are! What you do! If you're a human, don't forget to start!

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A well-dressed lie or a nuanced truth?

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Headphones on or begone Medicine is horrible at it overall but pioneers a category

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these two should be a book huh

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The Storytellers

Who or what do you think inspired you to be you? Something does not come from nothing, when we’re being true. We need inspiration like slime needs glue, for example, parts of who I am I stole from the hue of the moon. Her stage presence is admirable, even when not in full tune. We knew what she was about, back before we knew what was blue. Unique, yet familiar, she trail-blazes nostalgic warmth anew. Regardless of the time of day, I credit her, as if she were the ground, allowing me to bear starring fruit.

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I made this for an art contest and realized halfway through making this I cant even get the money if I win it

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I can't stop drawing my goobers

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W.W.V.

Life is lore And my lore isn't loving It's left me feeling hovering Shit's troubling, I shouldn't be governing Because I'm poor So whoring is my only company I can't soar Because I'm sore And stuck focused on my chores In hopes that one day, some day I'll find myself sunbathing In a resort No more lore

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breathe in like waves

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Mx. Fleeting

Dear Mx. Fleeting,

Oh, where could one begin? Where could one end? I think, ever since I were a child, I felt like I’ve had no friends. Acting as though I’m free of burden, like them. It worked, I’m hurt, but bleed into red Blending so well, it’s all in my own head Though now I see those splotches getting darker Now that my clay hardens, I’m charred up

Here for some sort of relief in the glimmers of other dishes. Far too sparkly and delicate for the rough plastics, who can call each other brother, And far too dim and chipped for the fine china, who can stack upon one another. I’m not the only one, stunned in this sort of hover. Other broken shards band together and become stronger, Yet still I feel Like a fifth wheel to their fifth wheel. But comfort is a necessity, so I mimic what they’ve made real for a self-served meal.

A high I can’t help but chase. Another star-ladled body, my dreams with a face. A familiar, yet separate nothing like me, abysmal peace, founded on slow, eventual complete understanding. For now, it’s back to my fragmented building, my imperfect palace, trash house made by a salt chalice.

Love, Buffering.

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