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whats goin on everyone i hate tumblr
Please dont april fools post things that arent orginized. I have tragic OCD and i would have a bad panic attack for a second
1 second of ātragic bad panic attackā is probably good for you.Ā
For everyone whoās been asking⦠April 1st means things that are not quite organized.. . Ā Just for a day⦠.
iām glad i checked on tumblr today or i wouldnāt have known to unfollow this fucking trash blog lmao bye
some days you just need to draw a nerd in a pony tail and an apron cause yeehaw??
i hate a lot of things
legit the only reason i use tumblr anymore is so i can reblog things to the ermac url
i donāt even talk to anyone here lol
į( į )į hey yeah no donāt mind me iām sure iāll get over it when iām dead į( į )į
in other news i am visiting my partner in a week
dark brotherhood pacifist run
oh yeah i turn 18 tomorrow so if anyoneās uncomfortable followin me bc of that,, then feel free to unfollow/softblock/whatever
The Skeletal Gardener
The skeleton hummed a scrap of a tune as it pushed its claw-like hands through the dirt, probing deep for the right level of moisture. Death had not dimmed its love for flowers, herbs, and growing things.
In the wild patch of wood, it planted shadowpetal roses and succubi tulips to attract hellish insects, and firewood creepers, gloombox pitcher plants, and abysmal trap-pots to eat them. The garden was a working tapestry of wicked cooperation and natural doom.
The skeleton stood up slowly, bones creaking like old wood, and observed the sky. Chewing a twig, it watched with a thoughtful expression as the clouds began to roll in.
Satisfied with the dayās labor, it hung itself up on the scarecrow rigging (āscare heroā might be better phrasing, as the crows often visited with fresh gossip from around the woods), adjusted its straw hat, and was soon asleep.
shit. fuck. itĀØs 1am i am goin to sleep
iām playing wildstar
sleepy sans pile?
sleepy sans pile.
hey everyone