#entry17

[kathia99]

I think I found something...

When I watched the speedart I didn't see it, but checking YouTube I noticed that the miniature had some hidden wingdings

And after deciphering them, they took me to a website

That was full of morse code

The username seems incomplete, but the rest is fine

I would say that it’s X-Gaster talking about frisk, chara and the reset button.

What do you think?

Underverse and X-Tale belongs to @jakei95 @xtaleunderverse

[dry-soliloquies]

Zzzs...

“I've been laughing about how I sleep easily and do a lot of it these days, but also realized what if it's just my coping mechanism??? Lmao just another thing to overthink “ - me, 26 April 2022

I love sleep.

Even when I was in high school and taking naps during weekend afternoons were only a grade school thing, I didn’t care. I still slept after reading Wattpad stories and before folding our laundry. That was my weekend routine.

During college, when I was an irregular student who picked out morning class schedules with weekends off, I sleep in the library or on my way home. And now that I’m in my mid twenties, and started working a little over a year ago, I still sleep a lot.

At first, I told myself that it was just because I was tired from having a 7 AM to 4 PM job. I’m in the office at 5 AM every day, which means waking up at 3 AM so I could hitch a free ride with my dad’s cousin to Manila. Sitting all day doing desk job, riding through at least a 4-hour back and forth commute, with only 5 hours of sleep is really tiring. Add the fact that your day could not all be rainbows and sunshine.

So, I take all the chances and liberties there are to sleep. When I arrive at work, I use that 2 hour time to sleep. During lunch, I at least take a 30 minute power nap. At night, I find myself nodding off at only 9:30 PM. Then on weekends, even after waking up late at around 9 AM, I just eat lunch, tinker here and there then sleep most of the afternoon.

Sometimes, I worry that I am wasting my youth over sleeping too much. That instead of hanging out  with friends, writing, meeting people, thinking about my future, or just doing a better job for myself, I chose to sleep instead.

But my mom says that it’s fine. It’s totally understandable because I’m working and work is tiring. I agree. Work is tiring. It’s demanding. It’s draining.

Not to mention that being in 20s is confusing and scary as hell. It’s the time wherein I do not absolutely know what to do. There are all sorts of advice on the internet saying not to rush things because it takes time, that it’s completely normal to be in this state, and that everyone has their own pace.

But it soothes me for only a day or night. Then I’m back to being scared and lonely and lost.

When I stay off from the Internet and all social media to just sleep, it all goes away. I do not think about those things or those people. It’s just me.

I know these concerns and worries will not go away. In fact, it only gives me a couple of hours of peace. Sleep does nothing but to make me feel rested physically. But I do it more often these days.

And now, I’m even worried about what seems to be my coping mechanism.

[frankiescolorpics]

Zak Van Biljon -

“South African photographer Zak van Biljon looks at the world through infrared-tinted glasses in his series, Modernizing Nature.”

http://zakvanbiljon.com/aerochrome

[nozamiarcher]

[transpupa-blog]

My body dysphoria and sense of unease with who I am as a person in general is through the roof, at the moment. I am trying to distract myself, but tears flow so easily for me now anymore (of course when I really need a big cry that is not the case) and any attempt is proving difficult.

Life is pretty strange.

[denlergoldbergwise]

[sukinyeam]

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[palabrasycuestiones]

Lo que se quedó en NYC

New York: La ciudad que nunca duerme, la ciudad de las luces, la ciudad donde los sueños se vuelven realidad (sorry, Disney).

Decir simplemente que quedé enamorada sería minusvalorar lo que siento. Aunque, debo confesar que llegué, estuve 3 días, me fuí y aun lo estoy procesando. Es un caso insólito, más insólito que el insólito caso de Miss Piña Colada. Después de estar tantos años añorando pisar el suelo de los New Yores, sentí una cierta familiaridad. Es como si en otra vida hubiese caminado sus calles, como si en alguna otra bifurcación del tiempo me hubiese acostumbrado al empuje constante y al movimiento desmesurado de su gente. Es como si en alguna otra vida hubiese obtenido de esa energía de la multitud y, al llegar, reviviera el recuerdo. Tres días que pasaron increíblemente rápido, pero lento a la vez. Tal vez porque en mi mente me propuse detener el tiempo, agarrando cada oportunidad y grabándola en una memoria que no entiende de “máxima capacidad”. Los que me conocen saben que la memoria de mi celular salió, probablemente, igual de llena, pero nada se compara con lo que podemos recordar sin la necesidad de buscar dónde conectar un aparato.

New York: La Gran Ciudad.

Desde Brooklyn hasta Manhattan, entre halagos y sustitos. Desde Manhattan hasta Times Square, entre una mini perdida en un museo, conocer algunos actores de Aladdin y papelones tratando de abrir una puerta. Desde Times Square hasta Chelsea, entre hacer el ejercicio del año y comer como nunca. Tres días a los que quisiera añadirle tres más… O mil.

Siempre he dicho que quiero vivir en New York. Sus luces me llaman y envidio su energía; cada rincón tiene vibras de aceptación. No puedo descartar que, quizás, se suma a las razones el hecho de que me siento identificada con que sea “la ciudad que nunca duerme”. Perfecto para alguien que, usualmente, aun a las 2:00 a.m. tiene energía para caminar 10 cuadras.

“La vida en NY no es fácil”, he escuchado millones de veces. “New York es caro”, he escuchado tres millones de veces más. Lo sé; creo haberlo notado. Sin embargo, también sé que con esfuerzo todo se puede lograr. ¿Quién sabe? Tal vez entre 10 a 15 años tenga un apartamento en alguna parte de “La Gran Manzana”, un libro publicado y un trabajo estable. Tal vez no. Eso es lo genial de esto. La vida siempre trae sorpresas, solo hay que recibirlas con una mente dispuesta, con brazos abiertos y un corazón despierto. Un corazón que, en mi caso, se quedó en New York a esperar el día que pueda regresar.

Cristina