For My Friends

My actual blog is too embarrassing

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Do you think Clark Kent's first few major articles were about the continued presence of lead pipes in parts of Metropolis' water system

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(Average Metropolis reader after investigative reporter C. Kent's 452nd article on yet another case of landlords/business owners/factories' continued use of lead pipes/paint/gas/glass knowingly exposing the public to dangerously toxic lead levels) what the fuck happened to this guy

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One day Bruce Wayne mentions in an interview that heroes like Superman are overrated, as the most effective way to reduce crime is to provide public resources and improve local infrastructure, then cites how neighboring city Metropolis has effectively lowered their violent crime by 13% after addressing their outdated water system and investing low income housing. the reporter conducting the interview suddenly starts looking a little uncomfortable

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To be clear, Clark is still a fantastic investigative reporter. He still has to track down the sources to prove all this shit

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"Who, Clark Kent? Yeah, we're pretty sure he's a Meta. Is he a superhero? Like what, "Lead-detector guy"? "Captain pipes?" Don't get me wrong, he's a great guy and it's a handy trick, but it's lead detection, not laser vision. He's not about to go running around in tights any time soon."

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"Sure, he's done a lot of good for the city, we love the guy don't get us wrong, but it's not like he's fuckin SUPERMAN or anything."

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One thing I really want from the Tim Drake solo is to learn how the hell Bernard ended up in a pain cult

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Craigslist ad

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Hey Lu, if you see this, my phone broke :(

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Yes it’s a screenshot hush

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If I was a character in a TV show, I’d be the hopeless romantic side character with a new crush every episode that’s played for laughs. In the last season it’s revealed I can’t find “the one” because I still have feelings for my high school boyfriend who unexpectedly moves back into town, but over the course of a two episode arc, I find myself realizing I was holding onto an idealized version of a person that doesn’t exist (this is shown to the audience by a scene of him clipping his toenails on a couch and me making a disgusted face). The season ends with me concluding that I need to focus on myself and my own happiness. The next season starts and the writers apparently forgot about the character arc of last season, as my various failed romantic endeavors are once again the shows comedy relief. On the last episode of the season, the writers seem to just now find out the show is getting cancelled, and hastily pair my character with a female costar that had previously used my character as the gay best friend to her fantasy of inclusion. The show runners release a tweet that surprise! my character was bisexual the whole time (it’s important to note my character was only called gay until the last episode, the word bisexual is never mentioned in the show). Diversity win!

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Yes this is a screenshot from my other blog that my friends aren’t allowed to follow bc I’m too lazy to recreate this

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There are people I haven’t talked to in a decade that I still love, people I haven’t seen in years who I’d still answer their call in the middle of the night, people hundreds of miles away who’s faces I can’t help searching for in every crowd. Love isn’t finite, love isn’t constrained by time or place. Love is the feeling in your gut when you miss the presence of someone so fiercely you could die and the afterimage of laughing eyes on waking eyelids.

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Please hold me through the night,

I’d rather lose you in the morning.

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Tonight the moon was so beautiful, my mouth fell open and I couldn’t help but stare. I tried to take a picture but the photos were all wrong. None of them quite captured reality, the shadows of distant craters and light reflecting off clouds. And once it sets, it’ll only live in my memory.

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Real life doesn’t have soft epilogues and happy endings, but it does have good memories and bittersweet goodbyes. It has the possibility of a future hello and an infinity of beautiful moments.

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There’s something about fire, it’s so close to forming into words in my mind. Just something about being lit up and charred and never cold again but forever altered, chemically different. Combustion feels so intimate.

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Something about being sick and worn down and exhausted but still not even noticing 6 hours have passed because the love and laughter supplies the energy you lack

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I wish I could love you the way I want to,

It could be so easy, so simple.

When I look at you,

I wish my heart would leap in my chest,

I wish kissing you felt like lighting.

I want to want to lace my fingers through your curls,

I want the breath to freeze in my lungs when I see you smile.

I feel something,

The wilting kindling of a fire that won't catch.

When I first felt it, I thought it would ignite,

Sparks into flame happen accidentally all the time.

I'm sorry I couldn't ignite for you,

I really really wanted to.

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I don’t hate you the way I once did.

I don’t love you either.

There’s just a hole, where I grew around your absence.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Or colder and bitter and then nothing at all.

Scar tissue covers where you once were.

It envelopes my desperate younger self like a cyst.

A piece of me tucked away and left to die, so the rest of me can grow.

Somehow, I’ll still miss him.

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I hated you and loved you in equal measure.

You were my best friend and my worst nightmare.

Did I help raise you or did we grow up together?

I wish you'd call more, I hate hearing your voicemail.

Could you follow me around and annoy me again?

I'll call you names and we can go cuddle with the stuffed animals you've thrown away.

You got taller while I was gone.

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It’s a different lake, but the water still reflects distant lights and the stars still shine the same as they always have

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What kind of father tells his children to have faith when all they ask for is comfort?