And I don’t know how you feel, but I’ll make you a deal If you make it out alive My shoulders and ears are all yours, my dear I hope it comes as no surprise
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And I don’t know how you feel, but I’ll make you a deal If you make it out alive My shoulders and ears are all yours, my dear I hope it comes as no surprise
neon j’s design is so violently gender to me
I twisted my ankle because I’m a clumsy idiot
One time
When I was in my 20's, I stumbled upon the perfect mix of opiates, benzo's and muscle relaxants. For about an hour, my breath was Voluntary. So I lay there, the whole time, fighting for every breath. I remember it fondly because it's the only time I really wanted to live.
to whoever is next: i hope i can care for you in a way that reaches you.
One of the teeny character choices that I think about frequently is the fact that in MK9 Lord Raiden is shown to have the ability of flight. Yet one of the only times he ever uses this ability is exclusively during battle.
And sure, it could just be a matter of "we can't have Raiden constantly levitating/flying during storymode". But I like to think of it as something that grounds him, as a way of showing he chooses to remain on the same level as his humans.
I have to think about if there is anything I would change about myself, and the way I experience the world.
To myself, in my head, I complain about a lot of things. Like the way the darkness squirms and glows when I look into it for too long, or the things I see in that burnt hue. But there are things I used to complain about and stress about that I would not wish to change anymore, as I have grown into them with the people I love. My white hair. Unnatural eyes. Even just the color of my blood.
And you're telling me I could be a little cat person? I could be made of wood like a dryad. I don't have to be made of troll blood and bone, it's all so simple. I could be soft, or hard, or different. You, pretty god, could grant me the equivalent of fairytale superpowers.
All of the freedom is stifling, when I've never had to hold the clay.