mothman's suggestions

from the west of virginia

[mothman-suggests]

a western woodlands creature here to give you the suggestions you never knew you needed . might creep around , offer some wisdom today , tomorrow ? who knows .

asks are open .

direct messages are read , however , they are often not replied to .

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hello earthly entity, what do you think of time? is it divine?

Ticking away , the moments that make up a dull day ... or so they say .

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sometimes (but only sometimes) a sunnyside-up can save you . and a slice of sourdough . but only sometimes .

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what do you want more if not understanding ?

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DEAR MORNING SUN ; knock it off will you ?

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well hi . what do you think of when there's no one to think of ?

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I think there are many worlds in which we collide . my homes , of which I miss . they still exist but they are not for me .

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can you just be your kindest self without repercussions ? oh can you just try ?

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I know . I know it is undeniably so that we are foraging for a love that doesn't grow here .

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you'll find meaning , it will find you , etc . there is still time , there was always time and for now there is plenty .

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YOU CANNOT MAKE ANYONE BE ANYTHING . YOU MUST LIVE FOR YOURSELF . YOU MUST LIVE FOR YOURSELF .

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there is warmth in the air , if you find yourself in the right place .

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if you wonder why you do not see me in the skies much anymore , this is due to the fact I have been getting around with my skateboard . thank you for your understanding .

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I love the passage of time , I hate the passage of time . I love change , I hate change . I miss things and I don't miss things . perhaps I am unequipped for life , but that will not stop me because I will find a way to survive this , though changed .

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I love soup .

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hello to friends and strangers , stay warm as these upcoming months grow cold with distasteful feelings , it's as if we're stuck underneath a frozen lake with doubts of ever getting through the ice . Wary as we sink to the bottom , watching life go on through a cold glaze . fear not , for that is only a metaphor .

lest we disregard it's reality , however . to my friends and strangers , I can only hope that you keep yourselves homely this winter , for I know not who you are , not your story nor past , yet , if these words found you , perhaps it never mattered .

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how would you forgive yourself for mistakes?

It is my first time on earth . as it goes for doing anything for the very first time , I am sure to have many blunders and for me to continue this life I must make many more .