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David Bowie

I’m listening to a live album of David Bowie as I write this. I like David Bowie. For his poetry, his musicality, his meaning, his love, his life. He was amazing.

I think I’d like to have the same force of expression that he did. The same force of conviction, too.

I don’t think I could ever be religious like him, but I’d like to have a set of convictions like him.

Ziggy played guitar, David was a star, and I’d like to go far. I don’t know where, I don’t know what, but I could fall asleep at night if I got to go far.

Can you tell what album I’m listening to?

David Bowie and this blog serve similar purposes for me: validation of a kind. David Bowie was so amazing and weird, went from character to character, looked at life from so many different angles, but always retained a certain feeling, a certain way about him and his art that was so unmistakably Bowie.

I’d like to be unmistakably Luca.

Maybe this blog will help me discover what that is. What ‘I’ is.

This is the end of the post, I think. As they will all be, this is unedited, unrefined, written in under an hour. In this case, under 30 minutes.

Stay strong and stay safe,

Be well,

Luca

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Me writing fanfic:

Too, many, commas,,,

Is this ooc??

I used that word already

Do people even blush this much??

*squints* Is that canon?

Tropes

*cries while writing death scene*

Wait what happened last chapter?

I wrote like a thousan- 354 words!?

*googles the lifespan of a tropical fish*

have I spelt his name wrong all this time?

Would they say that tho?

Changes plot 539932 times

Looses inspiration, goes back to tumblr

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Me looking at the ToZ DLCs like

‘…Why did they give Zaveid a shirt….?’

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“”EXPECTO PATRONUM!” Harry yelled. Nothing happened. Harry gripped his dick tighter and shook it up and down until a thick, whispy white substance protruded from the end of it.”

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“Panting, Harry fell forwards over the hydrangea bush, straightened up and stared around. There were several faces peering through various nearby windows. Harry stuffed his dick hastily back into his jeans and tried to look innocent.”

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“He had not been this close to Malfoy since he had watched him muttering to Crabbe and Goyle during Dumbledore’s speech about Cedric. He could feel a kind of ringing in his ears. His hand gripped his dick under his robes”

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“My dick.” Said Ron. “Look at my dick.” It had snapped, almost in two, and the tip was dangling limply, held on by only a few spare splinters.

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Ron struggled for a moment before managing to extract his dick from his trousers. “It’s no wonder I can’t get it out, Hermione, you packed my old jeans, they’re tight!” “Oh, I’m so sorry,” hissed Hermione, and Harry heard her mutter a suggestion as to where Ron could stick his dick instead.

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…

#Choking on my laughter~!

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My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark // Fall Out Boy

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nope im not a fully grown adult sir, no sir

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SHOUT-OUT TO ALL MY FRIENDSHIPS ON TUMBLR WITH TEENAGERS

YOU ALL HAVE BETTER BLOGS THAN I DO

YOU ARE THE FUTURE AND I AM OKAY WITH THAT

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‘omg I love you you are so kind and aaaaah how old are you’

‘16 how old are you?’

‘2-23…’

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I think this when I’m chatting with people on here and then look at their blog description and its like ‘16/17’ and I’m like holy shit you are the same age as my baby sister what the hellllll

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Yeah but for those of us who have older tumblr friends, thank.

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speaking as a 17 year old, trust me when i say it means a lot when 20-somethings on tumblr treat us with respect and take us seriously because god knows no one else older than us does

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Yes I second this

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ehhh, ‘hi omg WE MUST BE FRIENDS UR SO FUNNY! HOW OLD ARE YOU??” “14, and you” “ehhhm..24..”

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wow same

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I FORCED LIFE BACK INTO A FIVE YEAR OLD LAPTOP AFTER IT WOULDN’T TURN ON FOR LIKE 2 WEEKS AND I’VE NEVER FELT SO POWERFUL

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i think it’s so cute when games are like “sometimes stealth is the best option you don’t have to kill everything in the room” like bless ur heart game but everything in this room is goING TO DIE

Thanks, Mom

Thank you for always being there, To read with me, to prove you care. To answer me each time I call, to help me fly each time I fall. For all the times that I've been down, to pick me back up off the ground. For all the times that I've cried, for being proud when I just tried. So thanks or all the love you've shown, it's thanks to you that I have flown. Thank you much for all you do, Thank you just for being you. (Love you~)

#Poem #Poetry #copyright cutecat213 #mother's day #present

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And after my hyper-depressing poems, I give you... FUZZY CHICKENS~! Because that’s how I roll.

It Calls To Me

It's sitting there, it calls for blood. I'm broken down, it feels like love. I tremble here, I'm cutting close. A bead of blood: just one, almost. It calls to me, it reaches out, it's always there, it won't back down. I can't hold back, I've lost this fight. I've convinced myself that it's alright. Just one more time, that's all I need. But endless blood won't sate its greed. I've marked myself, my sins are clear. But I always come 'round back to here. These lines, these scars, they're all I see. It's as if they're all that's left of me. I'll stop next time, just after this. But I need to feel the razor's kiss. It's just one more cut carved in my skin. Surrendering: I give in.

#poetry #dark #self harm #cutting #copyright cutecat213

If I’m Gone 2

Part 1:

Would you miss me if I'm gone? Would you cry or say 'so long'? Would you be sad if I disappeared? Hold me close and beg me to stay here? Would I be worth the price you paid? A precious memory or one you let fade? Would you want me if I weren't there? To cry with me and run your fingers through my hair? Would you stand by me, right or wrong? Would you miss me if I'm gone?

Part 2:

You say you'd miss me if I'm gone? A shattered faith, a broken song? You say you'd miss me if I'm not there. Someone who sees, someone to care. Says sleeping dogs aren't meant to lie, says pretty girls aren't meant to cry. How could you see? How could you know? How could you care if I stay or go? To say you care if I live or die, to stand up for me, stand by my side. Were you here right here all along? ...Well, don't miss me yet, 'cause I'm not gone.

#Poetry #emotional #hurt/comfort #copyright cutecat213