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Could you kindly write a peice discussing liminal spaces?
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KHARIS.
Friend. Darling.
Platonic love of my life
Could you kindly write a peice discussing liminal spaces?
Gladly festen!
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Okay seriously. Reblog if you're OLDER than 11.
why is it that not more than 1/20 of Tumblr havenāt reblogged this
This is⦠disturbing.
I will happily announce that I am older than 11
I canāt believe Iām not 11
Itās back on dash.
when i was 11 i didnt have my own gmail let alone a social mediaĀ
Reblog if you're not homophobic
Every url that reblogās will be written in a book and shown to my homophobic dad.Ā
New tag game: Favourite oc. Can be from a show, book, or just your imagination
Name:
Picture: or description:
theme song:
personality:
Fun fact:
Style:
Iāll start! Name: Milo Breachmeyer
Picture/description:
Theme song: Money Machine: 100 gecs
personality: Easy going and stonerish, kind of stupid but a caring and an older bro type guy.
fun fact: Dungeon master for the residents of Disaster plains.
Style: Closet/ department store grunge. Beanies worn and aged jackets, some slight chains, more than one belt. Combat boots. See also: Cryptidcore outfits.
Have fun Yāall!
@har00u @aures-nook@cuterosa16@dabi-sunflower@emo-bnha-bean
Ooh! I can give this a spin:
Name: Georgia Concious
Desc: A short and muscular female with a blonde bob, dark grey eyes, and a slight gap between her two front teeth!
Theme song: Put your head on my shoulder
Personality: Strong willed but soft spoken, a quiet admirer, and certain leader!
Fun fact: Played sax for a year in college
Style: More masculine cottagecore, a lot of overalls and toned greens!
Hope you guys like! š²āļøš§
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You touch the bark and the wood breaks skin in your hand. Just from touch alone the cut is deep. No blood pours out.
Only sap.
Your face turns cold and shivers run up your body. Sending rivulets of sweat down your flesh.
Its a tender touch of a hand on your back that startles you next. Your eyes stop rushing back and forth. Instead you remember the knife that you stored in your bag. Pointing up. Your eyes focus on the forest... itās treasured... not with trees.
But with you.
(Feel free to add anything to this in my submissions if youād like! Hope you enjoyed.ā¤ļøš§)
You get turned back into a baby but you retain all your skills and memory, what do you do?
Go up to my mother and recount the night I waltzed with death. Then go ask for apple juice and a cookie with the excuse that my asthma is bothering me.
White supremacy and colonization really forced that male/female binary onto so many communities, lands, and cultures, huh?
Toasters and the woods. Try making THAT morbid!
Alrighty
You placed the toaster down in the circle. Carefully this time.
You couldnāt afford to mess this up.
It could cost you everything.... so much was on the line. You looked up at the strong wire that attached the toaster to something above. A branch.
The moon had descended now and the shadows of leaves comforted you. You swayed with the light brush of wind that jest itās hands upon you...
You slowly raised the fork. A loud clap of lightning bolting you from your calm position. You regained yourself and took a silver fork from your pocket. Rain fell and the toaster crackeled to life. Sending sparks of electricity all around you.
You quickly muttered/signed the words that you needed.
You gabbed the silver item in the slots after the third and last clap of thunder and the last ray of lightning.Ā
A drizzle poured over you.
You.
You did it.
Picking up the toast from inside your now decimated toaster you took a bite. Cooked to perfection!
You look out into the misty morning.... itās quiet. Peaceful. You walk. Listening to your footsteps fall onto the concrete. Thick soles clomping down on the stone work. How you got here is unknown. And frankly to this moment your aloof to the sensation. The sensation of a pause. The constant labour of silence booring over your head.
The serine eerie silence is permiated by the shrill clinging of a church bell. And even if youāre not able to hear or see... it vibrates and sends a jolt into your brain...
You walk closer now. A looming building hovers over you. Still mist covered and old.
Its shadow chills you. A school. You huddle in with more of your fellow peers. Until no rooms left to breathe.
You suffocate under homework. Peers. And expectations.
You succumb to a pleasant mist that overtakes your body.
You look out into the misty morning.... itās quiet. Peaceful. You walk. Listening to your footsteps fall onto the concrete. Thick soles clomping down on the stone work. How you got here is unknown. And frankly to this moment youre unable to break the cycle.