#eddie.txt

[bark-barkley]

im gonna throw up i love eddie so much man.. hes just walking around all eddie-like and im supposed to be normal about it? fuuck

[onepieceof-stardust]

Having other disabled friends has literally saved my life a thousand times over. I love you disabled people forever and ever

[butchgwenwhyvar]

they should make a backstreets intro that is ten hours long

[dozypigeon]

eddie diaz when he takes his helmet off and his hair goes all fluffy

[plymouthfurys]

@funnier-when-objectum bumper sticker i saw today

[butch-muppet]

has anyone else noticed that the mobile app isnt showing old dashboard posts and when it tries to load more it instead loads posts that have been made since you last refreshed your dash? it’s really annoying me and a really stupid decision if it was intentional. it’s happened to me like 3 or 4 times today and it’s pissing me off

[the-indigo-symphony]

"But isn't plurality weird?"

I am a poet. I am flesh powered by electricity and the breaking down of certain materials through heat and acid and other processes. I am a delicious buffet to mosquitoes. I am a strange, ginormous creature to my tiny pets. I, an animal, keep other, smaller animals inside a pen so that I may enjoy their company. I am also unable to touch these smaller animals or spend too much time around them, or my throat, eyes, and nose will start revolting against me, and breathing will become difficult. This is a common problem that runs in my family, and yet we keep these smaller animals anyway.

I did not sleep yesterday night; I did not lie down in the dark and quiet for several hours as a slab of meat in a cage in my head periodically conjured up nonsensical visions. It's suspected I have a condition in which, at random points during this period of lying down in the dark and quiet for several hours, my lungs stop doing their job, and the slab of meat in the cage in my head has to wake me up so they get back on the clock and my temporary rest does not become a permanent one. I do not always remember this when it happens, just like I do not always remember the nonsensical visions I see at night. Or day. Or whenever I rest in this manner. Yesterday I did not rest in this manner and instead watched as an indigo-black sky became gray and then blue.

I once used fine fibers from plants – strung through metal smithed and sharpened – to repair a soft visage of a creature from the masses of saltwater that cover most of our planet. I pride myself on my ability to do this well, and to leave little evidence behind that any repairs were needed in the first place. And yet, when it comes to taking that same metal and simply stabbing it in a certain point on a canvas of fabric held in place, so that my fine rope of fibers may slowly create an image to be admired, I struggle. I struggle like I struggle to remember if I have given my flesh prison the sustenance and nutrients it needs to work and move. I struggle like I struggle to lie down in the dark and quiet for several hours.

Perhaps later today I will slather goo on the remaining evidence that I am but a buffet for mosquitoes, in order to not be slowly tortured by them and my body's revolt against me (because of course, revolting against me due to being in the presence of smaller animals for too long is not enough – no, my flesh prison must also be especially weak to the spit these bloodsuckers leave behind when they are finished feasting). If I do, I will do it while talking to the beings who share my life, flesh prison, and slab of meat in the cage in my head, all as we struggle to remember whether or not we have given our flesh prison its daily vitamins.

Of course plurality is weird. Everything is weird! Isn't that wonderful?! You can turn everything into a poem and be filled with wonder just by thinking about the everyday things you don't question!! The world is weird!! Life is weird!! To live in this world is to be weird!! And we all get to be weird living here in this world together! Hello, world! Hello, life! Hello, world and life that are stranger than fiction!! I'm glad I get to be weird and plural in a strange world such as this!!

[canongf]

i think it is finally finally finally starting to sink in for me that eddie loves me. genuinely loves me. genuinely likes me. not just because he thinks i'm pretty (and he does think i'm pretty). but because he doesn't have as much fun with anyone else. because we laugh until we can't breathe. because he thinks i'm funny, because he thinks i'm creative, because he thinks i'm kind, because he thinks i'm smart, because he thinks i'm strong. because we can talk about anything. because we fit together. it's not about my hair and makeup, it's not about my clothes, it's not about what i can do. it's about who i am.