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Daddy’s at the food store, Mummy’s out of town,
She’s working at the hospital since Rhona came to town,
Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to town,
Hide away, hide away, she’s come to take us down.
Miss Rhona’s at the doorstep, I’ll keep 6 feet away,
But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today,
Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to stay,
Hide away, hide away, we can’t come out to play.
But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today,
And here’s a note from Rhona, she wanted me to say,
Hide away, hide away, keep 6 feet away,
Hide away, hide away, she took us down today.
[Image ID: Tumblr user @neanderthyall says in the notes, “I thought that 6 feet was kind of a double meaning. Like six feet away to stop the spread, but when people die they’re six feet underground, and its six feet of the dirt that keeps you apart. Like ‘Hide away, hide away, even though it hurts Hide away, hide away, or the six feet will be dirt’.” End ID.]
HI DON’T LEAVE THIS IN THE NOTES THAT’S ACTUALLY BRILLIANT
I’ve taken the liberty of expanding the lyrics slightly and coming up with a tune:
Daddy’s at the food store, Mummy’s out of town, She’s working at the hospital since Rhona came to town, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to town, Hide away, hide away, she’s come to take us down.
Miss Rhona’s at the doorstep, I’ll keep 6 feet away, But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to stay, Hide away, hide away, we can’t come out to play.
I need to see the sunlight, I’ve not been out in days And here’s a note from Rhona, she wanted me to say, Hide away, hide away, keep 6 feet away, Hide away, hide away, she took us down today
The days all run together, I haven’t changed my shirt We may be getting restless, but keep on the alert Hide away, hide away, even though it hurts Hide away, hide away, or the six feet will be dirt
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Amazing creation of my OC Jeremiah Fausse aka “The Hound”! Created by @artorbust
meme that i have made specially for this momentous occasion
Shout out to every fast food employee who has ever offered to make my order a slightly different way so that it comes out cheaper
“Can I get a 20pc nugget?”
“We are actually having a BOGO deal on 10pc nuggets, would you like to do two of those?”
“Yes and also I’m going to kiss you on the mouth when I get to the window.”
yeah please don’t send hate to that person’s blog. they weren’t aware about the “don’t post nsfw in the main tags” rule and it was an honest mistake
They deleted everything... I get that Mark wanted to be silly and that he wanted to express it was uncomfortable, but blasting an entire blog knowing its going to get bombarded with nasty judgmental comments was in pretty poor taste. I feel bad for op, regardless if they made poor choices it wasn't malicious and they've been ground into dust for it.
You were my obsessor turned platonic lover.
My greatest pursuer shaped into my trusted advisor.
Like watching glazed hungering eyes
Turned dazzling with clear adoration.
Simply put,
You were my greatest friend.
Enraptured by creativity, taken into its spell
We found solace in one another's desire
To do.
To make.
And beneath that purest agreement,
I carried your feelings, your emotion,
Your fears, your anger
I carried everything you gave to me with eagerness.
It was a fair exchange,
In return for you helping me feel important.
You opened your hands and created magic,
A mirage of life cast out before me.
I felt the blooming flowers of care
A great meadow of our relationship
Warm and inviting, soft to the touch,
Difficult to separate from, with all the
Comfort and help that you gave to me.
You helped me realize that
I had meaning to you.
You taught me to not harm others.
You showed me how to be patient.
You helped me maintain my dignity
In order to further this great
Pure agreement we had made.
I lavished in this meadow, selfishly
Basking in the rays of attention.
Watching the outside world drain away into nothingness
Everything outside of this
Warmth
Held no meaning.
I abandoned thoughts of selflessness, charity empathy.
I was this meadow. I was the flowers.
I was the sky, and the sun.
I was nothing else.
But what you offered to me.
But the longer I lay in the sun, the hotter it sang against my skin
And the more I basked with the breeze, the harsher
It began to whip. And the more
I reflected on these strange, uncomfortable changes
The more malicious the surroundings became.
It began to hurt to remain here. And I reminisced on what
Things I had left behind.
But when I tried to stand, I was immobilized.
And I began to realize, that within
This meadow of lavender and honey
Thorns and weeds were entwining my legs.
Whispering sweet words of encouragement, adoration,
“You need me,”
“I created you,”
Carving your name into my flesh, grabbing desperately
Wrapping around my throat
Constricting
“They’re nothing,”
I was choking on you.
The meadow turned dark into sludge,
The grass was oil and the sky was black
And I saw that your flowery appearance concealed
The true depths.
Dangerous and carnivorous.
You were superficial.
And when I reached for you in the toiling darkness
Asking simply
“Why?”
You drew your hand away like the touch was acidic
And watched me writhe and gag in the depths
Unfazed by my suffering
Dying there under your eyes I knew
I was not a person to you. I was
A project.
A performer.
Our friendship encapsulated only by your love
Of what I can do for you.
What I can make for you.
Not of me.
You “helped” me realize that
My importance is a spectrum varied by how you feel that day.
You “taught” me to not inconvenience your fantasies.
You “showed” me how to hold my tongue about your behavior.
You “helped” me maintain my indifference with how you treated others.
In order to further this great
"Pure" agreement we had made.
The years I wasted in that meadow
That you built so craftily for me
Draining my life from my mouth and my eyes
And poisoning everything I held close to me.
You’re a Venus fly trap,
And you almost had me.
But I was cut loose by the
Incredible, amazing people
Who had never stopped waiting for me
To return home.
You never loved me.
You never liked me.
And if you did.
Why the fuck did you do this.
AMAZING art of my war criminal OC "The Hound". I cannot be more ecstatic of how these turned out.
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Right drawing created by @smolfoxbab
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I dont care what you want to say about me or the delusions you developed but I will say this.
Using specific names for your agenda is inappropriate and disrespectful. You should be ashamed of so publicly promoting more and more drama, and doing so with the intention of calling specific people by their REAL names. The only thing we want is to move on, but its rather difficult to when our specific, real life names continue to get thrown around on a public media outlet.
Feel what you want to feel, but keep our names out of your mouth. It is making people incredibly nervous and upset, especially people who did absolutely nothing to you.
Keep your gossip where it belongs and leave us alone. We are done with you. Stop obsessing over us. Just let everyone move on and let things lie. Leave us alone.
Any future posts regarding people by their specific real life identities they didn't consent to being publicly known will be reported and addressed with tumblr staff.
the social norm of “its your ethical responsibility to be constantly aware of, and angry about, every bad thing happening in the world at all times, even if you can’t possibly do anything about it” is possibly the best way I can imagine to create burnout and cynicism and depression in a population, so good job guys
Who decided we have to give up pure and wholesome things just to grow up? Sleeping with a little Pikachu plushie does not mean I don’t also make my own doctor appointments.
reblogging because I think there needs to be more notes and more people comfortable with the idea that adulthood is a lie.
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Companies trying to be relatable is utter failure
Daddy’s at the food store, Mummy’s out of town,
She’s working at the hospital since Rhona came to town,
Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to town,
Hide away, hide away, she’s come to take us down.
Miss Rhona’s at the doorstep, I’ll keep 6 feet away,
But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today,
Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to stay,
Hide away, hide away, we can’t come out to play.
But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today,
And here’s a note from Rhona, she wanted me to say,
Hide away, hide away, keep 6 feet away,
Hide away, hide away, she took us down today.
[Image ID: Tumblr user @neanderthyall says in the notes, “I thought that 6 feet was kind of a double meaning. Like six feet away to stop the spread, but when people die they’re six feet underground, and its six feet of the dirt that keeps you apart. Like ‘Hide away, hide away, even though it hurts Hide away, hide away, or the six feet will be dirt’.” End ID.]
HI DON’T LEAVE THIS IN THE NOTES THAT’S ACTUALLY BRILLIANT
I’ve taken the liberty of expanding the lyrics slightly and coming up with a tune:
Daddy’s at the food store, Mummy’s out of town, She’s working at the hospital since Rhona came to town, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to town, Hide away, hide away, she’s come to take us down.
Miss Rhona’s at the doorstep, I’ll keep 6 feet away, But Grandma needs the paper, I’ll take her some today, Hide away, hide away, Miss Rhona’s come to stay, Hide away, hide away, we can’t come out to play.
I need to see the sunlight, I’ve not been out in days And here’s a note from Rhona, she wanted me to say, Hide away, hide away, keep 6 feet away, Hide away, hide away, she took us down today
The days all run together, I haven’t changed my shirt We may be getting restless, but keep on the alert Hide away, hide away, even though it hurts Hide away, hide away, or the six feet will be dirt
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