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[saintduvide]

gothic aesthetic save me

[lakevida]

completely adore these tags

[no-one-offical]

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[lakevida]

id be careful now gimmick blog

[ominous-signs]

[rankine-radians]

The ominous temperature in this post is 3.5315π Rrad

[ominous-signs]

[freakxwannaxbe]

hey lads, did tumblr put me in explicit baby jail? is my icon blurry/censored?

[freakxwannaxbe]

You're better at writing poems in your second/third language than I can in my first language

Huh, is that a poem? I don't know, it was just something I was writing for a long while in an attempt to compartmentalize and pinpoint what I was feeling.

It could be, I guess.

Also thank you. I like to think I'm very fluent in english :3

[pnglove]

wax seal stamp pngs ♡

[expressions-of-nature]

Nerskaya River, Russia by Roman Lushpa

[vangoghcore]

by rajasuokasper

[wizardshark]

hey can you guys keep an eye on my red explosive barrels while i go take a nap

do NOT smoke weed beside them

[blappature-executive]

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[freakxwannaxbe]

There is a bell in my chest.

It's a beautiful sound. The bell sits in my chest, and when thoughts of the them fill my mind, it rings louder. With each ring, the colours around me turn more vivid, more bright. And when I see them, speak to them, laugh with them, the sounds turn to music. I make out the chirping of songbirds, the rhythm of the clock ticking, the song playing softly in the background, their voice.

Their voice.

It matches the notes of the bell.

When the bell rings, it gives life to the world around me.

But then, suddenly, something happens. Sometimes, it's as simple as a word exchange, an off sentence, maybe even less. And something changes.

Something clicks.

The mechanism stills.

And the bell stops ringing.

Seeing them doesn't bathe the world in vivid colours.

Thoughts of them feel empty.

The bell stops ringing.

And the world, for a time, is dull. The bell stops ringing, and the vivid colours fade.

And the birdsong stops.

Their voice is dissonant. Their words have become drab and sharp.

They are covered in spikes and barbed wire. I notice the scars on my arms in their shape.

I can smell the rot as I wrench my feet out of it. How long was I standing there as it grew around me?

And I mourn. I mourn the beauty I can no longer see. I mourn the sound of the bell which made the world feel like a poem. Like a painting.

The bell stops ringing. And I mourn.

[parkchanwoohoo]

The world could be so beautiful

[duhaeriss]

MY SON

[plasmalink]

Pronoun roles on discord servers aren't a bad idea, but there is the fun implication that you can ping an entire pronoun set.

Hey I got a problem with something, this is an all they/thems on deck situation

[mutantrenegade]

You know Jones soda cap, as a tumblr user i can actually say i think I have.

[yourboytottie]

@shesasolarbeing

[wolfythewitch]

Saw a tweet about mamdani solving the astrophage crisis and now im just imagining them sending mamdani to space

[wolfythewitch]

This came to me at 3pm in the afternoon

[spin-the-wheel-polls]

You wake up one day and discover you've lost control over a random action or feeling!

Spin the wheel to find out what!

How bad is it?

Actually way better than before!

Its good

It's alright

It's annoying but I'll be fine

It's pretty bad

IM DEAD

worse than death

Nothing changes/results

Remaining time: 4 days 1 hour

This idea was submitted by @dbnekonico!