Athena

Bisexual trans fem who loves to write and is a massive nerd. I post whatever I feel like, art, lore, random thoughts, honestly whatever I feel like.

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Album cover for “a ballad of wilted roses” which will be released… eventually (song writing is hard)

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organ is a stake, a musica, and a lung. Isn’t English wunderbar?

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Just hit 400 pages of handwritten lore! Yes, I am diagnosed

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Had a dream where time no longer grammatically existed, so I decided to, logically, immediately start a polycule with two random people inside of a gas station, one of which was the owner.

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN? I AM NOT POLYAMOROUS, BUT IN THE DREAM I KIND OF LIKED IT?!?

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My favorite part of Billy Joel’s “we didn’t start the fire” is the fact that it implies that the Coke and Pepsi rivalry was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Not the wars, the murders, the genocides, or the fear of annihilation, BUT THE FUCKING SODA FEUD?!?!

This implies Billy Joel turned on the TV, saw the rising tensions of the Cold War and was completely unfazed, then the ads came on AND HE FUCKING LOST IT

“ROCK AND ROLLER COLA WARS! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!”

Bill, you need help

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At a family reunion, I don’t think the homophobic uncle realizes he is wearing a plaid shirt with the exact colors of the lesbian flag.

Nobody tell him…

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“I see the light”

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Sad to see that The Amazing Digital Circus got leaked.

Also I would have never guessed the show would have ended that way, I mean pregnant Jax? Who would have thought!

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BOOK

One of my older works, but it still holds up I believe

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Ducky

An older drawing, but I still like it

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My computer absolutely sucks. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE TASKBAR IS NOT RESPONDING?!?

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“Have a good night”

IS THAT A THREAT?!?

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The Beauty of Tomorrow, a poem

By me

The morning sun shines

through my windowsill

It’s brilliant rays

And the warmth they instill

A life free of pain

A life free of sorrow

A life where I dream

Of the beauty of tomorrow

As dawn turns to day

As skies turn to blue

I look to the horizon

For a future anew

I open the door

I feel the outside

I breathe in the air

I watch as birds fly

The meadows are my peace

The trees are my town

To the forest I wander

I step foot on the ground

But out in the distance

Is a plume of grey

But as the smoke ever billows

It won’t ruin my day

‘Tis a cabin, ‘tis a camp

Onward I shall go

I say its not a problem

Out of fear it is so

Let the journey commence

And as day turns to dawn

As the sky turns the grey

The flames will not fawn

I turn to run home

And as sky turns to black

My once horizon of hope

Now lacks a sun to stare back

In desperation I yell

I am met with no answer

Only a circus of sorrow

With fire as the dancer

There is no one to hear me

There is no one to see me

I guess that’s a good thing

Means no one burns with me

Even if the flames settle

And I find my way home

The forest is gone

And with it, my soul

When new trees start to grow

Out of ones charred and black

What was taken today

Will never truly come back

I wish for the past

For a life I could live

Free of these pains

Oh, what I wouldn’t give

For the morning sun to shine

through my windowsill

It’s brilliant rays

And the warmth they’d instill

A life free of pain

A life free of sorrow

A life where I dream

Of the beauty of tomorrow

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TASTE THE RAINBOW

FEEL THE RAINBOW

KISS THE RAINBOW

FUCK THE RAINBOW

BE THE RAINBOW!

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“I wish to escape”

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This country is so fucking corrupted even the sun weeps for its wasted light that hath succumeth to the rot of the unholy ground it dare toucheth below; its brilliant rays begging for mercy, understanding their fate to be that of illuminating that which shan’t be seen, by but those of eyes impure and hearts forsaken by sin. A hell among mortals unfit for the devil himself; run by those whose blood taints a river when a single drop falls off the sword they used to prove they’re still human

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Why is it that I am always better at writing when it is for something that doesn’t matter?

I recently wrote the line “This thing will outlive god and all those who weep at his grave.”

What was it in reference to? THATS RIGHT! THE 1985 TOYOTA COROLLA! WHAT ELSE WOULD IT BE?