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@kerfy1080
Iād quite like to make a new blog and start fresh because Iām a very different person to who I was when I created this one
i feel so deeply horrible i donāt know what to do
earlier my parents had a meeting with school staff to review my safety plan and i swear to god the plan seemed to be cramming in as many uses of āsheā and āherā as it could i really want my pronouns to be changed on the system but that would involve coming out to my parents which i do not want to do at all
i donāt know what to do i feel like i have nobody to talk to about some things
i never wanted to have sex till you asked me
i never wanted to have sex till you asked me
i never wanted to have sex till you asked me
god damn god damn iām a brand new man
god damn god damn iām a brand new man
god damn god damn god damn iām a brand new man
you're a fossil now to me and I don't miss you but god do I miss the fucking fridays. I miss spending the day knowing I had somewhere to go, something to look forward to, someone to feel at peace with later. i'd sit in the last history lesson surveying the city through the high classroom window, filled with that special type of excitement like a child on christmas eve, taking regular glances at the clock and counting down to the moment I could meet with you again. and when the much anticipated 3:05 arrived, we'd rush down to the european flag hung in the corridor, exchange a few words, and head towards your house. I went there maybe a dozen times but I can remember the surrounding landscape better than the back of my own hand. the dark alleyways, the barbed wire fences, the many dull blocks of flats, the top of the hill overlooking the hospital, the playground with yellow fences and shitty equipment, the odd patches of grass everywhere. although it would certainly make me cry I'd quite like to go back there someday. maybe in a while. it doesn't feel like my domain anymore, it would feel wrong, like visiting the past itself yet with nobody waiting for me there. but I suppose I still could return. there's nothing stopping me. your house on the other hand, the center of it all, I'm never going to see it again. it's it's shame really. I no longer mourn your rejection but I still mourn the feelings I experienced for the first time, the crispy taste of the nighttime air, the view from your window. I processed our breakup a long time ago but I think the places we went are still embedded into my mind as a second home. you're gone but the surroundings linger. every friday I would visit that place, and there I would find true peace. I don't know if I will ever find that sort of peace again. I have tried to capture it in art and writing yet it runs away. if I ever found it again I would wrap it in my entire consciousness and never let go. I wish I could see those two little pylons on a faraway hill through the glass of your kitchen window one more time. or your cramped boiler room filled with board games, your playstation setup with the lucky cat i'd gifted you underneath, your curtains that failed to block out any brightness, your chicken coop, your collection of seven blahaj that suspiciously kept diminishing until only one remained, your sectioned off doorway, your bedside table covered in odd trinkets, your painfully bright one piece lamp, no matter how hard I try I cannot forget it. someday I will be old and frail, possibly demented, and although I may not recognise their significance I am positive that the images of that place will stick with me. my memory has been worsening lately but my memory of dates, and of places, never wavers. yet despite the fact I can still see it so clearly, I will never see it for real again. it's all gone. you left a long time ago. and the pylons on the hill left with you. we will never again share friday in bed together, at peace, watched by those pylons. it's been four months now. I miss that place so much.
itās been 11 months now. i donāt care for him and I donāt care for the memories of that place either. itās taken on a new meaning now. i went back shortly after writing this to do something completely different, i canāt really remember but I donāt think i cried. i barely think about him these days. i used to yearn for a time like this. iām so glad itās come. i used to yearn for so many things, my life was miserable. all those things are mine now. i cannot help but keep wanting more and more from the world but no amount of greed can change how grateful i am that time is over. i found peace again, this time itās peace that canāt collapse with a single sentence from another. if i could go back in time and tell him, kerfy from june, one thing, i think iād go with a line from a song by the paper chase he hasnāt heard yet: āsomeday this will all be yoursā. itās a very simple lyric but it means a lot to me. i donāt know whoās reading this but iām sure that someday this will all be yours too. whatever āthisā is to you.
just some of the the changes in design for the Penguin Symbol on old Penguin PaperbacksĀ
he did a little dance and for this crime he was imprisoned in a bubble
They liked his little dance so much they gave him a spotlight
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I hope something cool dope or legendary happens to me soon
the heavy fear of dying to suicidal to not sure what to do with life now pipeline
brendon urie should have been a highschool drama teacher i think hes just egotistical enough to pull it off
he could make a 15 year old cry easy AND put on a solidly mediocre production of les mis
but I am horrified that you will say itās meaningless
a cosmic joke on me
someday this will all be yours
weāre gonna get what we came for
me and @ihearthoovering and max are having a THTEESOME drunk happy 2026 š„¹
we actually did weāve been fucking for lik x 2 hours
man what happened yesterday also is there some riveting conversation happening upstairs i got the sudden urge to come down and watch the alvin and the chipmunks movie vut i donāt wanna miss out on awesome discussion of recent events
me and @ihearthoovering and max are having a THTEESOME drunk happy 2026 š„¹
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