sady

any pronouns — amab if you’re curious (🏳️‍🌈) i believe sans and susie are THE fictional characters of all time 15 i write as often as i drink water. that is less often than you might think

[rhinco]

i love you semicolon. no one look at my 80 word sentence

[inklett]

Some of my favorite miis ive made

[ceruleanheaven]

[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over

[local-lesbian-tree-demon]

they should invent a body that feels normal to be inside of

[fagcrisis]

i hate the word spicy can we bring back calling things erotic

[maryoliveoil]

rolling up to Wendy's to get an erotic chicken sandwich

[strawberry-fairy-girl]

I spent an hour making none pizza with left beef in tomodachi life

[liquidstar]

"only 90s kids remember-" wrong, if you're poor and/or rural enough, old tech and fashion doesn't just disappear when it stops being trendy. We had dial-up until 2012

[gem-andromeda]

[javpep]

wip. grrraaahhhh

cant come up with anything else :(

[javpep]

i love ut/dr and stuff but i genuinely cant play either game without crying. it makes me sick to see everything ive put behind me come roaring to life in a narrative that isnt even meant to do so. if i ever start larping it MIGHT be because little ol me never learned to see anything healthy and not seethe 💀

[javpep]

artisan

———

soot-tipped fingers bless all that is malleable

from sap, an attentive rigidity is procured aplenty

from clay, histories return to motion

from batter, pleasure and nuance entrance the mouths of many

from infant impressionability, self-seated ardor which once was shunned

finds

sanctuary.

..

of his word, moral malaise vanishes beneath ignorance; his chrysalis

of his form, its pallor distends on gluttonous vice; his syphilis

of his inflictions, blooming at once at the rigid decree

of the knobby digits assuming birthgiver

in Noah's peril, those scars fade for none to see

accrued depravities, hidden by tidebearer

a damning oblivion his tainted gift mandated

the Ark, the people's haven

petals strewn beneath the waters below, Noah's ardor unsated

hi so. this was a 3 day project that i did on vacation. pretty up to interpretation, this is however about my experiences with imperfect authority figures and the harm they've done to me. its not as bad as it is here, just blown out of proportion, much like my outlandish sensitivity made it seem. things that have been done to me leave deep marks even tho itll be small stuff like. i dunno. coughing near me by accident. actually nvm just read it

[javpep]

solanaceae

———

a seed laid into unrest

to varnish your cuirass,

dissect and later 'primand

this vitreous salve, quicksand

-

of course, i've grown to detest

a morrow's gleam: your arrest

in ne'erending night, i unman

my nat'ral barb to uphold

your dying will; cajoled

hi so. i met a child pred online, right. this is me before i organized the screenshots and sent it to the right people. one of those people was the papyrus person. we both felt really bad about cracking down on someone like that, so this is that but sonnet. the guys name was morg and i fought for his attention quite often. it made me really angry to see him speak with the same kid he acted weird about so i only really exposed him just to pry the two apart. im not really sure if i feel anything about the obvious moral flaw of saying such weird things about kids. ive got something cooking up about how that lack of concern scares me too. ok thats all

[javpep]

schadenfreude

— — — — —

of the innumerable i have led,

your frail envy was not an unseen mast.

what you lack, what was detracted- its stead

i delight in, ne’er taxing and steadfast.

silence, child, your rampant presumptions name

confusions, sycophancy, and distrust.

my extremities seek no more; their claim

‘cross thy pallor a truly aimless rust.

marble cascades to copper. you’re enthused

in donning our misanthropy, such that-

against fledgling’s prohibitions, bemused

“salem’s” knuckles percuss, salvo of gat

the pyre’s barren now; choked on tempered ire.

you, no longer true — i, no longer “sire.”

would yall believe me if i said i made this bc of a papyrus cosplayer online who. i felt ignored me in place of others despite taking it upon himself to take charge of me because he was there to see me have horrid stuff happen to me. now when i told him of the effect that Big Bad Thing had on me he unfriended me and actually sent it to someone else he knew for "advice" :) the advice being a backhanded "just go get professional help." laughs in poor

that and i kinda have had a history of misjudging my mental health and giving my family scares so. they wont take this chance. but yeah theres that massive vent beneath a perfectly normal sonnet. yay. im so sick of this whole people thing ragahhhh

[itsmebeff]

tomodachi life demo highlights

[scramratz]

A big issue with online queer discourse is you never know what queer level your opponent is. You could be arguing about he/him lesbians with someone who thinks men can’t be bisexual

[targetedknowledge]

[sans-sanstheskeleton]

I think today would be better if ghosts could use elevators.

it would really lift my spirits

why do ya think they invented the hydraulic ouija?