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I saw a few posts about the happy ghasts, and I have so many thoughts. Others probably already talked about it but I want to talk too. This might be incomprehensible because I put words together

So ghasts are water animals. They have gills. They can fly, are supposed to fly.

But the nether is fire, water instantly vaporizes (not going into how Steve doesn't instantly die from that) and the nether has a roof. Those marks by their eyes are probably scars.

And the dried baby ghasts are found by bones. The bones of their mothers. And they are forced to adapt to the fire, having all the water in their body gone. They are supposed to have GILLS yet have no water to breathe

They are just sad and in agony. They attack you to release pain (that may not make sense)

The happy ghasts are happy because they have water and the sky to fly.

Ghasts are so tragic :<

But it is also a little funny that you can craft them. You can craft little babies from blocks of bones and tears.

Probably the only tear left in the ghast after drying. The dead mother ghasts are probably dead because they used the last tear to let the dried baby live a little longer.

(And I made it sad again..)

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It feels like a fever dream watching them break up in real time. Also I was surprised Elon admitted the tariffs are actually bad?? Truly a breakup storyline

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Why am I finding so many posts about autism relatable. I am not diagnosed with autism.. and nobody has recommended me to be tested when I was a child. Surely if I was autistic, I would have been tested earlier?

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It is my first Ides of March on Tumblr this year :>

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Me telling my dad I'm aroace: Okay so basically aromantic means I don't feel romantic love–

Him: But you still love me though, right?

Me: That's.. not romantic love

Him: Yeah there are different kinds of love like familial. People can't romantically love their parents

Bro you literally know the distinction 😭

(He was cool w it though 😎)

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I feel like even though I have more dysphoria nowadays (I'm busier with school compared to vacation time), thinking about the joys of being a man makes me feel better.

Even though I'm more of a 'young man' right now, I think about being called a man in the future. And in that future I would probably make a song about it or write a poem. I love my masculinity.

Thinking about having a mustache, and broad shoulders, and a flat chest with those faint scars, and slight muscles.. that really is the joy of being a man, to me. It would be different for others but this is mine.

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Soo.. this is my first time posting a poem on tumblr (not counting the existential crisis thing)

*clears throat*

"My Pathway"

I know what I feel,

Sometimes I cannot bear it.

There’s nowhere to escape,

All the problems are here.

“Inexplicably” wanting this,

To scrub it out of my skin.

What even is it?

I can absolutely explain.

It can’t fix suddenly,

But just as fast can get worse.

Why do I feel like an outsider

In my own body?

Don’t say I ‘lost my way’,

To most, I must prove my pain.

It becomes too much to bear,

Sometimes I wish for death.

There’s no one else here.

Only me and this feeling.

So stop saying someone else,

This is all me.