I guess I can't be mad but I kinda am, what does that say about me?

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I guess I can't be mad but I kinda am, what does that say about me?
06/02/2026
I am no longer just hearing my father’s name in nightmares. I was him. Everybody called me Daniel the entire fucking time. I met my grandfather, and I wish I didn’t. He’s the same as my father. And the same as I was. Somehow, I was scared of him when I wasn’t myself. Maybe that’s why I never got to meet him in real life. I guess he fucked up my father, too. Maybe it runs in the family, and I should have never had kids.
…but I’ve changed. I swear. I don’t know how to prove it. I didn’t know. I spent the entire night in that nightmare trying to convince people I hate and people I’ve never met before that I’m not Daniel. I am better than him. I tried to convince everyone else, but I had to convince myself too. They all picked up on the uncertainty.
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Maybe I am no better than them. Maybe like my father and my grandfather, and my mother, and whoever else, all I can do is breed misery in my family. I’ve hurt every single one of my kids so badly at one point or another. Even Soli didn’t want to sleep with me. Cay and Jacob thought I’d abandoned them. Maybe I have. Maybe I am now, being with my “new family.” I managed to push away Lily after the divorce, and she was all I even had.
…maybe I can’t prove anything. I’m not better than any of them.
had a dream in which like. someone stuffed cooked ground meat in their pussy and like told me to eat it. and like that was disgusting in multiple ways but i complied and like doing that felt kinda nice. i am not beating the weird dog allegiations
entry 19 is sooo iconic i think it might be one of my favorites honestly . actually rlly interesting tho bc also jay mentions he thinks totheark is the guy in the mask which we know is tim and later they travel together so we know if he WAS he couldnt have been for the entire time idk if this is a red herring distraction or actually proof in the multiple people run tta account . idk idk oh cause also the keeping secrets on the last tta upload which showed tim. so maybe it is just a red herring idkkkk thats interesting probably the biggest mystery of the series . TO ME !! just the thing ive been focusing on cause imo its split between brian and seth and maybe sarah too just cause i like her idk
Dear Diary,
LORD HAVE MERCY ON ME. I DID NOT KNOW THIS IS WHAT YOU GAVE ME HAHAHAHAHAHA. YOU CAN NEVER TAKE ME AWAY FROM HIM. I WILL FIGHT WITH ZEUS FOR THAT.
Beginning Earthsea
First interpretation of the world building of Earthsea compared to that of Middle Earth is that Ursula Le Guin is good at getting to the point… ehem… At first glance, Ged’s home is not much like the Shire in terms of appearance. It doesn’t necessarily feel as isolated, and she describes it as being near mountains and forests, which the characters within the world don’t seem to be too warry of. In fact, when under threat, they “Fled up the ravines and hid in the forest” (10). There are some similarities, though, namely I found that both cultures are peaceful, for in the same instance, Ged’s village was caught off guard by the attack as “There had been no weapons in the village but hunting bows and short knives, for the mountain folk of Gont are not warlike” (10). Similarly to the Shire, Gont does not expect war nor does it prepare for it.
FFxivWrite Entry #19: Entwined
FFxivWrite 2021 Prompt #19: (you pick!) “Gimme your hands, Princess,” the Seeker of the Sun’s voice was a soft whisper. In those tender moments the two were together in private, Faye would never deny his earnest requests, but something about this one had her hesitant. First she slipped her right hand into his opposite, their fingers interweaving, palms pressed together. Without the barrier of those gloves she always wore in public, she could feel the warmth of his skin, scarred and calloused, a contrast to her own silky soft skin. “Both of ‘em,” Val whispered, the words just as gentle and patient as they were firm. Tentatively, she slipped her left hand into his right, metal gliding smoothly over flesh. She could not feel anything, but she wondered how it must feel to him. Cold, hard, inhuman? He didn’t speak of it, and she forgot her cause to wonder soon enough when his lips pressed to hers. @its-the-val-pal
"Humans!" the squirrel hissed, still tugging at the fur of the bear. "Danger!" The bear yawned loudly before staring at the intruders. "No, it's not," he decided after a moment. "It's the man of the lake and his friend. They won't bother us." The squirrel looked outraged, and then turned to look at the humans, spitting at them. The one with brown fur on his head started laughing. "This squirrel is probably the most dangerous of the two, Scholle. Come on, swim with me, let them nap in peace."
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