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Three Goblin Art

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DEAR READER

Andulka
Stranger Things
we're not kids anymore.

if i look back, i am lost
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@howilovejules
A cactus boi
i got the most relatable spam email
To the tune of YMCA
Mothman!
Your a moth and a man
I said
MOTHMAN
Your a man whose a moth
I said
MOTHMAN!
your pretty wings are so soft
when you
flap
against
my
lampshade!
OH MY GOD YES
@heteroes-are-making-me-upsetero @interrabangarang @dahmersbeer @scuffed-tarot @jazzy-mcdurf
MOTHMAN
There’s no need for a frown
I said
MOTHMAN
Put that man on the ground
He’s so
FRIGHTENED
So high up in the air
Won’t you
Please
Put
Him
Down
Gently
@moth-ver-ka
IT’S FUN TO YELL AT THE
M
O
T
H
THE MAN WHO’S ALSO A
M
O
T
H
@michaelmyersbutt
I did this a while ago but people still like it 🏳️🌈
you’re not falling behind. you are still young and have a whole life ahead of you. you have enough time to explore things u love and experience your life and make your goals come true and find reasons to live. take things one day at a time and don’t let the fear of falling behind stop you because life isn’t a race.
I’m crying
it’s a moonless night
and she might be out but the black sky ceiling is lightless, lifeless
a vacuum to hide in
to curl up and quietly supernova,
to wink out of existence like a distant star
unnoticed
unmissed
unremembered
am i selfish? for wanting to gather all the stars to myself?
i am not good to you
a sun is not a moon, not a reflection of a better light,
but i would call you callisto
these days i feel like a dull little globe
circling aimlessly
and all i have in my hands are asteroids when all i want is to give you a comet, a shooting star
i don’t know why i’m so mean
why this red-rust dirt in me is so sour with apathy, it feels
like i’ve lost something in a crater
some patience, some softness
i want it back more than anything
i am so tired of orbiting without a purpose, a dark, dusty bitterness
casting shadows and eclipses
it’s not what you deserve and i know it
but i don’t know how to carve a different path
and i don’t know where to go looking for the better parts of me blown away in some collision
it’s not fair, to throw stones and hurt when they return
i hate this orbit more than anything
the goodness that i pass through only fleetingly, the happy world i used to be for you
we’re both crumbling, i think
and i’m scared
and i’m scared of how i’m changing
i wish sometimes you’d hate me
because i do
it is dark here, with no street lamps
Only fires we must build ourselves
and we sour underground, here
Full of vinegar and pain
we are stumbling, crumbling
hoping for rain
And may might bring flowers
like they promised
You are so close to the stars
comparatively, relatively
to all the people living land-side
below your cloud held place
You hold the moon and love her
and falling feels like perdition
only because you live above on better days
I know you feel the cosmic rain
the solar flares, their brilliant waves
There is bitter dust out there
that shaped our planet, asteroids
gave us the moon and we
are all allowed to feel sour
we are all allowed to have our time in salt
because you are complicated
and we try complicated things
to make sure your orbit doesn’t
send us off to space
the vacuum, endless and uncaring
beyond this home
You have no bite, no scratch nor tear
your words are slow, but I don’t care
We are allowed our seasons here
Within the dark
Underground, all things sour, but
we plant seeds there nonetheless
and they reach for light without a teaching
just like we do
I promise you
the bulbs die back,
and we all have our winter
But we have our springtime too
are you fucking kidding me
its him
its mash potato
are you fucking kidding me
its him
its mash potato
of the infinite layered universes
of the multiverse, the combinations
endless in their imperfections
beautifully flawed
I know there is a world where we wake up
looking exactly how we wish we did
in this one
I know there is a world where we are exactly the people
that we want to be
but I’m not sure, anymore, that I want that world
because I wonder
if I had gone away to college
studied at Trinity, in Ireland, like I wanted to
studied in Norway
if I had gone away to college whole and healthy
would I have ever met you in a waiting room
with tacky carpet and fake flowers?
crd | ig 🥔
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