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@classystudentclown
I'm calling this the episode 8 summary
New creator I found.
i've found it, my favorite dungeon meshi panel
to stardust you shall return
all that is left of you is tethered to a tremor.
your absence widens, and keeps on widening until we are finally separate.
the gulf between us is a star-fed river.
the gulf between us is a light-starved chasm.
I watch you convulse, collapse into yourself.
you, a soft nebulous shadow that grows warm and bright, incandescent, from a seed.
so quiet. so very quiet.
you spin away in the vacuum of space. pulse light. scintillate morse code answers.
i hear the silence.
i hear everything you want to say.
© SoulReserve 2026
I'M NOT AN EASY PERSON TO LOVE
I speak my peace and stand my ground. I make eye contact and expect it when I am around.
I don't know what respect for other cultures is because mine can't be found.
It's hard to come around to eventual sounds and speak.
Who has inner peace?
Who checked their phone going to sleep?
Maybe it's me.
How do you tell yourself not to think?
For me it's like telling yourself not to breathe or not to brush your teeth.
How unscientific has the world fallen since Greece and Socrates?
What do we seek instead of inner peace?
I hate to ask questions, almost as much as I hate myself.
I'm not easy to love, because I question myself.
I slip through difficult worlds.
Out of control and normal.
Bored and alone.
I find my soul and let go, because I never want to be in control or controlled.
The lost cross of tolls. People forget Christ didn't die on the cross alone. He was surrounded by people that took him to his tomb.
Crack...
Not cocaine.
The epidemic.. the science behind degrading Americans. Mass incarceration and building a big bill.
Meth. The similarities.
We can recognize the difference between the two dilemma in a world separate from misinformation.
Who are the most dangerous people in America?
Your husband.
Your pillow friends.
The police and the government.
I'm obviously speaking to you. Be safe. I still need to be better.
The precipice. The face of a cliff.
Shear existence and lay the world bare.
Like we shouldn't care.
Why is a ball of mud full of such despair?
Class consciencness is incredibly rare.
All sentient creatures should be ware.
Item: The Screen Rarity: ⏶ Common
Console or PC?
Feed your dashboard by answering my question, blogger.
Anything I can afford? Kinda?
I became a sought after craftsman on accident, trying to teach people what I mean.
My hands can create new dreams, feeble as they seem.
It's always been easy to build a team.
It's hard to be seen as a lead for people I know don't like me, that rely on me.
And, it's harder to let go.
To get ahold as the world slips and the knives come in.
It's hard to get past old betrayal in a world full of new faces. After you see how cruel the world can be free.
@autumnsunshine10 tagged me
I'll tag @nothingspecialjustasoul @melanch-oholic @critai
And if I'm meant to be alone, please take away my desire to be loved.
k.b. // unknown
!!!!!
Men are tired. Lonely. Irresponsible. Miserable. Dysfunctional. Almost like it was a design to fail structure from the start.
To be torn apart. To be displayed as a dissection of what humanity truly is. Are we so sinful we continue to to forgive like life is an afterthought?
I refuse to be bought.
Nor sold like chattel or slave.
No locks remain.
In hollowed breath.
Old men can't be kept in worlds we never belonged.
Like everything is fog and the world can't never miss a loving kiss ICE ruined before a song.
awakening eyes
Someone is.. getting it?
I find myself on a lonely precipice of disillusionment after years of self abuse.
Give up the ruse for a noose and let loose every thread. I rather die for my words than never give them breath.
A hollow chest and hard life looking for rest. Seeing bigger struggles on the horizon to change depth. More darkness to fight for scraps of self respect.