oh, no, you misunderstand me. those were my monkeys. yeah the circus and i have since parted ways. yeah it was the elephant thing, i dont really want to address that right now though
Dazai on leaving the Port Mafia

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EXPECTATIONS
NASA
Show & Tell
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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cherry valley forever
Not today Justin
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oh, no, you misunderstand me. those were my monkeys. yeah the circus and i have since parted ways. yeah it was the elephant thing, i dont really want to address that right now though
Dazai on leaving the Port Mafia
Akutagawa: Why is Dazai carrying around a potted plant?
Chuuya: He said too many stupid things so I’m having him carry that around to make up for the oxygen he wasted
┬┴┤ω・`) Just a quick sketch break feat. some of the changes I made for Suo in the NonHuman Trio AU (still need a better name for that lol)
Changes:
Eyepatch is replaced with a bundle of redbuds. (Normal humans do still the eyepatch rather than the flowers)
The flowers in the wings are always in full bloom, branches are still as hard and sharp as before tho. Each eye is focused on different directions
His main body isn't in Makochi though his 'roots' had reached it, allowing him to freely roam
➺ More windbreaker fanart
➺ More human nonhuman furin trio AU
Sakura watering Suo before work lol
ALL. OF. THIS.
> turns on my computer
> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default
> opens my email
> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default
> launches a software
> disables a new AI fea
I HOPE ALL YLL BITCHES DIE I HATE THE HUMAN KIND SO FUCKING MUCH WHY DOES NO ONE CARE ABOUT THE POLAR BEARS??
THE FUCKING ANIMALS THAT ARE LOSING THEIR HOMES FOR MORE DUMBASS ADVANCED HOUSW AND FACTORYS
USING WATER BECAUSE YALL BICTHES CANTS USE UR BRAIN AND DO YUR HOMEWORK BY URSELF YOU DUMB FUCKING BICTJ
USE THE BRAIN UR BODY PROVIDED INSTEAD OF WASTING A POOR ANIMAPS LIFE
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||slightly sour syrup sliding down my sore throat||
Theres a certain sadness in your eyes that only poetry could name and a heaviness to your soul the palms of my hands couldn’t weigh
The liner that frames brown irises cant paint away unspoken sorrow, and the blush on the apples of your cheeks cannot make you look more alive.
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
MAGIC POTATO GO!🥔
I need luck. Oh, dear sweet magical potato, please whisk my problems away faster than the time it takes to perform the costo rotisserie chicken hack.
Repost, now do your honors.
I finally gave it a name !!
May 2nd, 2026.
|| I’m Pregnant and It’s Shakespeare’s ||
Make something good of me
Before you carve my name into the rock
Dream of something for me
Something worthy
Birth from me something greater than I’ll ever be
Plant in me a seedling of dichotomy
Almost absurd in its existence
Almost beautiful in its absurdity
I’ll claw at my stomach until it blossoms from the remnants
The afterbirth smells of drain cleaner and lemongrass hand soap
Left over from when I had tried to clean myself
of the sticky decay I was sure I was made of
Like thick mold growing in lukewarm tin cans
Let the labor be vile and nauseating
The most abhorrent act of creation you’ve ever seen
I asked myself how to get bloodstains off floor carpet
As if this were a question I’d have known the answer to
My ego died on a Tuesday on the East Coast
In the parking lot of the Food Lion across the street
Invention is a legacy passed down to the best of us
My father and his mother wrote poetry
And left the gift to their youngest in having me
So I could butcher their names and god’s and my own
For the sake of art and liberty
I was never a master of metaphor
It came to me and I wrote and i sent it out
Because if I cannot be worthy
Let it be then all of which succeeds me
Every once in a while I remember that I once witnessed a comedic tragedy unfold in a comment section, and look back on it to laugh.
Moral: do not accept candy, nor money for candy from strangers kids
🆘Farah is in the intensive care unit, fighting kidney failure with all her strength. During these difficult days, your support can be more than just a donation; it can be a source of hope that eases her suffering and the pain of her family. Please donate whatever you can and keep her in your prayers🙏🏻🥹https://chuffed.org/project/153965-urgent-appeal-kidney-failure-and-autism-threatens-farah
The Palestinian genocide led to the ruining of many lives, and still causes difficulties and crisises to many Palestinians today. The above ask is for a 15 year old called Farah who faces kidney issues, and is in need of urgent help. If any one is able to donate, please do. Even a single dollar can help her get closer to her goal help in her recovery.
the thing about phone in bed is that it's so awesome. almost makes you feel like betraying & destroying yourself for nothing isn't all so bad
I can't belive it, have I truly made my 3rd account till date, created with the sole objective of avoiding You, yet again?
I did, I did
I miss my words and my written thoughts, but even if you had indeed only barely grazed them with occasional attention, I have no doubt you would recognise them yet still.
How silly, how foolish, how rediculous
My aged thoughts and pressed breaths are now to another name yet again, this time, under one that still visible, though uninhabited. I miss them still, but what can I do?
A lot, surely, but there is nothing I want to do less than give you hint of my continued existence.
It's fine, who minds? They're still mine, albeit of another time, but still, still, they're mine,
Behind glass, beneath gas, on grass, or greyed, they're mine, still mine, till the other end of time.
What does it matter?