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[philomena-famulok]

©Philomena Famulok

[allriderphantasm]

Ey, how's it going? I was wonderin' if this was you.

And it's been aight, went to the movies today with the kids. How's ya day treatin' ya?

[psicxpaticx]

I have quite the distinct face, don't I? Not too hard to distinguish me from others I suppose...

What movie exactly did you go see? I looked at the selection long time ago and many of them were simply molto blando e noioso, least for me⸺ nothing to write home about...

I went to farmer's market again. Didn't ask cause I thought you should get rest for work this time around, unless you wanted to come, did you?

[psicxpaticx]

Ah, how refreshing it is to see a familiar face around here... @allriderphantasm How has the day been treating you?

[lanasmills-deactivated20150613]

Send me UNPOPULAR opinions (or popular, it doesn't matter) and I'll rate them like this:

[question-meme]

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[psicxpaticx]

𝑺ometimes I look out my window and into the woods.

The sense of eyes peering back at me is thick and heavy within the air.

I needn't eyes to fathom this, thus I lend an offering ear.

Sometimes though I swear...

I can hear them oh so clear; The woods...

How they whisper back to me.

[psicxpaticx]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐘𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐂?

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑩𝑹𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺

People are not so much your forte. you are more at home with thoughts, ideas, hobbies, skills. as such, you probably have to learn how to work well with others--but once you do, hey, it has its moments. while you are treasured for your ability to solve problems, people also have this unique love of novelty. when you break from your schedule, when you say something no one is expecting--that's novel. you are as curious and lovable as the subjects you study. you are family. this place is not the same without your witty comments and wry observations. you definitely feel more comfortable when someone needs a straightforward answer than a shoulder to cry on, but it's not impossible to give both. know that your family loves you for more than that, though, and will (usually) remember to respect your boundaries.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘. @arsonistsfirefly 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆. @fantoccia, @rance-ed, @foreverpuzzling, @slightlylessdarkknights, and @coolhearted

[psicxpaticx]

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃

𝑰 watch onto people who are damaged in different ways, as a mirror that is dropped, broken; never to stay the same way. Shattered pieces that are all there, yet somehow, never to fit back to what was once paired. Impulsive though⸺ we are directed by some into the wall knowing the wall to them is simply not there.

My backbone a twisted rope of despair, I do therefore I do not want to choke on misery, question, nor despair. The lasso of thee abyss binds me In this moment, driving me towards a chance where I must empty my brain, my dreams, my vulnerabilities to what they claim to be wisdom, beauty, a poet of my storm...

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋

[anticbrvtalist]

Pierre Soulages, 1919/2022

[disease]

THE DEVELOPMENT OF COMMUNICATION [1942]

[slightlylessdarkknights]

if i feared nothing i would not care about the opinions other people hold, and that is what holds me back the most.

and, just to get ahead of the expected follow up question; there's no use in being coy or secretive about it after having gone against the Scarecrow and getting a lungful of his gas.

[psicxpaticx]

Hrm... Silly boy⸺ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐘. I'd asked you WHAT would you do if fear was not a factor, and IF there was no way of failing. What path would you choose and where would you go? Where would you be? What would come of you?

What ever do you mean? Haha... If fear was no component why scarecrow would simply shrivel up and fade out of existence. But that wasn't part of my question nor do I see the significance of it...

[psicxpaticx]

𝐇𝐌… How oddly courteous of you...

[slightlylessdarkknights]

I don't believe in starting shit on a blogging website, especially when there is already so much bald-faced hatred going around.

[psicxpaticx]

Very well... Since you are here, 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄⸺ What would you do if fear was not a factor and you could not fail? Hm ? Many hard questions to ask one's self is surrounded and plagued by fear. Fear is difficult because it holds us back from attempting so many of our dreams... so, what IS the one thing you would do if there was no fear involved? If you were simply incapable of feeling such an emotion...

[slightlylessdarkknights]

@psychxpxthic started following!

Hello and thank you.

[psicxpaticx]

𝐇𝐌… How oddly courteous of you...

[psicxpaticx]

I had a dream, 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌. The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars did wander darkling in the eternal space, rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; morn came and went—and came, and brought no day, and men forgot their passions in the dread of this their desolation; and all hearts were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light: and they did live by watchfires—and the thrones, the palaces of crowned kings—the huts, the habitations of all things which dwell, were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd, and men were gather'd round their blazing homes to look once more into each other's face; happy were those who dwelt within the eye of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch: A fearful hope was all the world contain'd; Forests were set on fire—but hour by hour they fell and faded—and the crackling trunks extinguish'd with a crash—and all was black.