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sorry i never replied. everyday is blending together and i'm losing sense of time
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alea aquarius books as francis of delirium songs
aa1 lakes 2 first touch 3 beautiful life 4 starts to end 5 the funhouse 6 give it back to me 7 blue tuesday 8 requiem for a dying day 9 something's changed 10 real love
alea aquarius meme i made a while ago
oh my god you guys are such fucking babies sometimes. They're 15-17 in the canon now. "B-but it said 12 originally 🥺🥺" okay? And the author said she regrets it and they obviously are above that age now. Get your shit togheter honestly. It is not that fucking hard
my way of befriending people is just. Asking them questions about things i know they like until we eventually realize we either match freaks and talk all day everyday or.. don't talk at all after a day. One of the other.
So, I noticed that "Wilma Wanderer" and "The peculiar story of Drex the Worldswanderer" (sorry for the shitty translations) sound very similar.
So I had to think about Star Wars and Star Trek, and how the fans of each liked to shit on the other (at least that's what I heard).
Wouldn't it be funny if the seahumans had fandom-wars?
Book recommendation from the heart:
Alea Aquarius by Tanya Stewner.
A beloved story for young adults full of climate awareness and the magic of hope in humanity.
It got ten books. I already know most people won't read to that point. However it's my beloved piece to first rip me of the numb acceptance of climate back to alertness and second hands me a beautiful world of solace and hope.
Long story, growing stronger.
reblog if you are ASEXUAL, support ASEXUAL PEOPLE, or SECRETLY A DRAGON IN HUMAN FORM
*sweats*
Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.
The more ubiquitous it becomes, the more determined I become never to rely on it. My thoughts are my own; my mode of expression is my own. End of story.
Agreed. If my writing ends up being bad I want it to be because of my own inability as a writer, not because of some robotic fuckery. Ai could never match my freak.
Don't do much writing here anymore but if I do I won't be using AI
Its so hard to take bunnies seriously when they're mad. Like okay, yes you're upset but you're also wiggling your nose and stomping your little foot. That's not threatening in the slightest.
irgendwann
Wieder war ich naiv. Irgendwie dachte ich, diese Phase ist jetzt hinter uns, in der wir zwar zusammen Zeit verbringen und den Kopf nicht mehr in den Sand stecken, und doch. Ich lag offensichtlich schief.
Seit mehreren Wochen steht alles still, mal wird mir gesagt, ich sei perfekt oder eine reine Katastrophe, aber sonst bewegt sich nichts. Fast keine Bücher werden gelesen und keine Gedichte geschrieben. Jedes Outfit schaut komplett gleich aus und es kommt alles von einer bestimmten Quelle, was mir gar nicht gefällt.
Der Wind hat schon vor langer Zeit aufgehört, mir etwas mitzuteilen. Bin ich dem auch so egal wie dir? Du redest nur in Rätseln und nie redest du laut. Man muss sich beinahe ausdenken, was aus deinem gelobten Mund rauskommt, damit es begreiflich wird. Und nachts höre ich dein Flüstern auch nicht mehr, du schweigender Meister. In was?
Naja, kannst eh nur quasseln.
Wie den schweigenden Wind und deine absichtlich nicht redende Natur mag ich dich leider. Seit Jahrtausenden, zumindest gefühlt.
erich kästner - kleines solo
fascinated by this
my perfumes combined smell like a veggie salad had a baby with a cinnamon bun
spätwinter vibes
verbitterung als mittel gegen konsumerismus
eroticismus und maximalismus des soliden farbschemas
keinen bh tragen
kinderbuch als bibel haben
den dich anschreinden kleinen prinzen an der wand haben
ohne zu planen leben
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