Nov 21, 2025
I HATE THIS.
I HAVE BEEN LIKE MID HOUR WITH MY MOM EXPLAINING TO HER WHY ALIENS ARE TRUE
AND SHE STILL DOES’T BELIEVE ME-
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I HATE THIS.
I HAVE BEEN LIKE MID HOUR WITH MY MOM EXPLAINING TO HER WHY ALIENS ARE TRUE
AND SHE STILL DOES’T BELIEVE ME-
Update: I'm waddling everywhere like a penguin...actually, little slower than a penguin.
Reflex in the Crematorium
We lose, and the bones of us all eat into our bodies sharply. Cannibalized into malaise, stiffness, conformity, and death, we become mindless, and eat flesh. Towards your own end, as the bodies of children fall mangled from our ribs.
Open your mouth and scream, a creak of stiff hinges, no matter to move, to make, to say. I feel the darkness fall in clouds, unable to escape what man made. Like a nest, it calls, it calls and people die.
Factories of the soul, filled with tar, and fat. All it can process is waste, all it can make is unhappiness.
By whom, by all, and for whom, and for all, for if you seek the fire, you will find that you are only good for burning. So put your fingers down your throat.
Vomit yourself to death, because you will never have what was sewn into you. It is not a flower, but a weed made to strangle you.
Your guilt does not make you Christ, one wishes to be light and free. To be like the flame, not to serve it.
To float away in infinity with pureness, no negative additives to be sieved out, as the fire, by its nature burns them away.
My self will burn it all away.
what if someone has to say "fuck" instead of "fucking" though "oh fug" "fug off" "what the fug" "well fug me"
sometimes i thought what will my family think of me if they take a look at my r-18 folder
i'm gonna be fired from being a children i guess
Everyone else: "OMG guys! Only a couple hundred followers god no one knows I exist!" "Yeah dude only 400 or so #life sucks! #so alone #:(" Me: @-@ *looks over at my 63 followers* *whispers* it's okay bros, I wouldn't trade one of you guys for all the followers on tumblr. #fuck numbers
but damn I wish I could at least drink my gatorade but nooooooooo i'm having teeth pulled so i'm not allowed to consume things past 10pm.
Finals fuckin suck. blows my mind