I’m tired, where is joy
The joy is all gone today
Guess I’ll sleep again.

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I’m tired, where is joy
The joy is all gone today
Guess I’ll sleep again.
Freedom in Fluidity
I wake unsure of the day
will I be she or he or they?
a shifting soul, a changing tide,
myself in every form I do abide.
Though the world casts doubt and shame
I am certain an unyielding flame.
An array of colors burning bright
in this fluidity my spirit takes flight.
So let the world speak its confusion,
I am fluid a beautiful fusion.
I swing between the binaries unconfined
embracing the fluidity of my mind.
I am a tapestry woven with care,
a dance of energy, a breath of air.
In the tale of endless possibility
finding peace in unbound identity.
So let me be what I am meant to be.
I am fluid I am free,
in every form the truest me.
@oneringnet favourite quotes event;
“It’s like the great stories, Mr. Frodo, the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were, and sometimes you didn’t want to know the end because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad has happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing this shadow, even darkness must pass. A new day will come, and when the sun shines, it’ll shine out the clearer. I know now folks in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going because they were holding on to something. That there’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it’s worth fighting for.” ― Samwise Gamgee
Clinging to empty platitudes.
I’m tired.
“It gets better.”
I feel ugly and weak.
“It gets better.”
I don’t know when I stopped smiling.
“It gets better.”
Grandma is sick,
“It gets better?”
she doesn’t have much time.
“It gets better?”
Dad’s spiraling, he’s drinking again.
“It gets better?”
The news is scary.
“IT GETS BETTER.”
I’m afraid.
“IT GETS BETTER.”
Why is it like this I feel useless?
“IT GETS BETTER.”
I just need it all to stop!
“IT GETS BETTER!”
I’m exhausted!
“IT GETS BETTER!”
I don’t need to be happy I just need to be numb!
“IT GETS BETTER!”
When?
“…”
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Hope is a fragile thing. Many assume it’s easy to just have faith and be hopeful, as our lives and the world crumbles we tell ourselves and those around us “It gets better.” How long can we yell at our mirrors before words meant to give that hope become twisted and foreign to our ears? We cling to this mantra of cruel optimism that drives us to strive another day despite the hardships around and within us, it promises us time heals all wounds and there is a light at the end of the tunnel. These words echo the well-meaning but oftentimes empty reassurance offered by others as well as serve as personal attempts at self-assurance, sometimes they work and most of the time it’s true. Yet in the face of challenges that cannot be helped, that cannot be changed, and those that will unfortunately never get better these words feel like cruel lies. When there is no respite and our hope becomes poison that we greet only with despair and disbelief what is left to sustain us?
Malacology Haikus.
Mollusks are the best.
Invertebrates soft and cute.
I adore them all.
All shapes and sizes.
Land and sea variety.
From slimy to shelled.
Gastropods abound.
Nudibranchs color array.
Survival display.
CoGSaver
Hello! ( ̄ω ̄)/ Do you play lots of Choice of Games IFs? Do you find yourself constantly frustrated with their lack of save system? Well allow me to give you a [Hopefully simple though probably redundant] guide on how to save your games! For the record there are other ways I just don’t know/use them this way works for me.
So I made a post of this before kinda, it was as a response to an ask for @barbwritesstuff [Fantastic creator btw I highly recommend giving them a follow.] BUT I didn’t like how messy it was since I tried to do it quickly, there was also a typo & honestly, it bugged me to no end. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞
Now that that’s taken care of onward! For this guide I’m going to use @barbwritesstuff game Blood Moon again because well I’m already set up for that. Before we begin, we need two things the program and our games “Code” [Technically it’s called Game ID but Code is quicker].
I use a program called CoGSaver which can be found with a fairly easy guide on its use here. [Hence the redundant part but hey always nice to have multiple guides and I included pics (・ω<)☆]
https://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=2718610599
[I find this program to be safe but please always use caution when downloading things from the internet.]
Next the Code, to find it we’ll need to go Right click our games desktop icon and select “Properties”. You should see it immediately.
Now once you’re playing your game and come to a point you want to save open CoGsaver and click “Select Game”
Next we’re going to navigate to our game data, remember that Code? Each steam game has one and they will be listed as their Codes so that’s how we’ll find it.
Now just select the “storePS<gamename In this case Blood Moon>PSstate”
Congratulations! ♪♪♪ ヽ(ˇ∀ˇ )ゞ You have now made your game accessible to be saved! From here just Click “Create Save” to save and “Load Game” to load simple right? Well just forewarning when you want to load your game, you’ll need to close out your game and reopen it to load up your save point. Is it a bit tedious? Yes, but there you go now you can save your game, Happy playing!
Whispers in the Aether
We pour our whispers unto the aether in hopes our voice might call those of a similar mind. A steady stream we utter so gently to shatter the bubble around us dreaming that we may hear our sentiments reflected back to us even if it would only be an empty echo a facsimile of companionship of being heard and acknowledged it is far superior to the cacophonous silence that engulfs our lives.