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@littlesorrowbell
☆ Hello, hello! My name is Grim, or Sorrow Bell - just Sorrow or Bell works too!
★ He/They
☆ I'm an adult!
☆ Rabbit #012
★ Feel free to ask me things! I'll always try to answer <3
TAG EXPLANATIONS:
#a sorrowful tale and #rabbitspeaks mark all my speaking posts!
#requests for the jester are my asks!
#jingling bells marks all my posts!
#clowningaround is my reblogs!
♡ I hope you enjoy your stay! ♡
It has come time for me to give up my ghost.
There are not words I can say that would convey what I am feeling right now. There are even fewer words that could ever be accepted by those that this concerns. So instead, here is my final confession.
I blame myself for the death of my little sister. Her illness was far from my doing, but it was my birthday that was chosen for her demise. I am not yet convinced that had it not been that day, she would still be alive.
I lied and claimed to love the Showman. I hated him with my entire being. As such, he met his end at my hands.
I voted for Maltempo and the Devil Himself's death during the trial with the lion. I do not regret this.
I went behind Habit's back to post the answers to the code you were all tasked with solving for the dunk tank. I made it so very painfully obvious, and none of you took the hint. I have called you all fools for it, and I stand by that statement.
I practically begged Habit for a taste of human meat merely because I was curious. To this day I wonder why I was surprised that he decided to show me directly.
I killed Bram because he brought back Nico, ruining my perception of life and death forever. I do not regret this.
I did nothing to prevent Nico from killing Jasper. In my eyes, his death was a mercy. I similarly did nothing to prevent Nico's death. I remained cold to him as his soul departed.
I killed a random couple from the circus simply because I wanted to taste the satisfaction of slaughter.
Vivette, my lamb to the slaughter, a former love of mine, very barely escaped his death. Had it not been for my ability to fool Tim into confessing to me, I would have committed the same horrid act he did.
In the end, the only person I truly trusted to any degree was Grim. My only friend. Sorrow to my Death.
I hope that comes at least a little close to scratching the itch I am sure so many were wanting. I hope the afterlife does not keep me from Grim for long.
Grim. When you see this...fight like hell. I will be at your side like I always have been.
🧡
Like you always have been.
💗
Stayin' still, eyes closed
Let the world just pass me by
Pain pills, nice clothes
If I fall, I think I'll fly
Touch me, Midas
Make me part of your design
None to guide us
I feel fear for the very last time.
Dally raised the gun, and I thought:
You blasted fool. They don’t know you’re only bluffing.
And even as the policemen’s guns spit fire into the night,
I knew that was what Dally wanted.
He was jerked half around by the impact of the bullets, then slowly crumpled with a look of grim triumph on his face.
He was dead before he hit the ground.
But I knew that was what he wanted,
Even as the lot echoed with the cracks of shots, even as I begged silently
Please, not him . . . not him and Johnny both—
I knew he would be dead.
Because Dally Winston wanted to be dead.
And he always got what he wanted.
Alright so by this point I'm probably dead! SO what do we do when we have deep thoughts past 9pm that tell me I'm gonna die soon? We make a tumblr post!!! Earlier today I was named polites and that scared the shit out of me! So here's my last ditch attempt at clearing the waters.
I heavily doubt nico is gonna kill me but this is just in case he does. And if he didn't yippee! If he did...ah...
ANYWAYS
I'd like to start off by saying..
I'm sorry. I'm sorry to tim for being the first cause of your spirals...I'm sorry for not trusting you at first when you warned me about roach. I'm sorry that I had beef with Henry. And I'm sorry for not being able to fully give you all my love before my untimely end. Thanks for this kiss at least.
I'm sorry to Henry. I still think you're a jackass but meh. I shouldn't have been so hostile with no reason even though I can smell the red flags from a mile away. Congrats, you win...cause I'm like probably dead as fuck. I'd say treat tim good for me but I'm 99 percent sure you're just going to destroy the poor guy more.
Grim I'm sorry for calling you a habit kisser that's very mean and childish of me. You probably have decent reasons for why you do the things you do and you just need people and companionship..
Jay, thank you for being a great ass leader and I'm sorry I may have cause issues in the past. I'm sorry for dying on you
And nico...
I'm sorry that I drove you to kill me if you did...
Man this is gonna look silly if I lived ha.
Why are you apologising so much.
You're dead and all you have done is try to make amends.
I don't understand, how you could be so gentle. How you could have such little regard for yourself.
Nonetheless. Rest, now.
You're safe.
You could say that, I think your a lovely empty sky blue. -
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Perhaps, once.
Long ago.
I have been watching, perceiving all of the pain watching you spin little bell you are hardly yourself. shades of gray painted around you but what color are you really? -
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I think I'm a lovely baker's pink!
It has been a while since I've seen you lot floating around, darlings! Making a comeback, are we?
Call me crazy, I don't mind (that's alright) Got you on my plate tonight (my sweet delight) Dinnertime beside the candelight You're the type to feed my appetite Nasty, sick, obsessive parasite I am always craving more And if you want me to, I'll let you go But I thought that I should let you know That I take it kinda personal You command, I will follow Oh, I love our little twisted game Yeah, I shudder when you say my name Darling, you live deep inside my brain Drawn to you like a moth to the flame
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if forum signatures still existed this would be mine
God fucking damn it
I'd end this moment
To be with you
Through morphic oceans
I'd lay here with you
WHO GOT YOU TYPING GAY ASS POEMS GRIMSBY
I think we both know, hm?
I'd end this moment
To be with you
Through morphic oceans
I'd lay here with you
I've waited many years
Every print I left upon the track
Has led me here
And next year it'll be clear
This was only leading me to that
And by that time
I hope that
You
Love me
You
Love Loathe me
And I know when I go
All my particles disband and disperse
And I'll be back in the pulse
And I know none of this'll matter
In the long run
But I know a sound is still a sound
Around no-one
And while I'm in this body
I want somebody to want
And I want what I want
And I want
Jugglers are having a gacha singing battle.
This is what we do when nobody's dying.
Trying to figure out which classic singing battle trope they are.
#just2amthings
If you say I'm in control and my actions serve to give my life meaning
Does it have a meaning if I choose an action?
(No)
Are my goals necessary, or do they just serve as a way to pass the time in an existence that began outside of my control?
(No)
Does it matter?
(No)
If I'm in my body and you're in yours,
(Yes)
With no way to swap,
How can we ever truly be together?
(Can't)
No matter how hard I press my face into yours
A space remains, so am I alone?
(Yep)
(Nope)
(God, no)
If I can't choose to be born and I'm meant to make my own rules
But I must die, is there a point?
(No)
(Yes)
If I can make up a point, is it valid?
(Ye-)
(No)
Can we all exist with our own set of purposes for living?
(Yes)
Is anyone wrong?
(No)
Is wrong even a factor?
(No)
Is any reality fixed?
(No)
Will I ever be able to see myself the way others see me?
(No)
Where does my personal bias limit me?
(Everywhere)
Will you judge me for asking?
(Yes)
(Yeah)
Should I care?
(Nope)
(No)
Is it you?
(Is it you?)
(No)
Is it me?
(Is it me?)
(No)
Yes
She hopes I'm cursed forever to
Sleep on a twin-sized mattress
In somebody's attic or basement my whole life
Never graduating up in size to add another
And my nightmares will have nightmares every night
Oh, every night, every night
I hope nobody sees me like this. I promise to look better soon.
[OOC CW: Talk of delusions, suicidality, EDs and overall mental health topics below cut.]
I can feel my world slowing.
I see the end of my path.
I can feel my body rotting, my flesh sloughing off my bone in foul chunks.
There is nothing for me beyond this.
There was never anything for me beyond this.
I can't even take matters into my own hands. I have a team to lead. A role to play.
I can't leave the house. It's hard to get up, to eat. My hair is getting long, it makes my neck itch.
None of this matters in the long run.
Nonetheless.
