#here be echo

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go to bed early. think “look at me! getting a good grade in sleep!” sleep for four hours. wake up. body thinks it’s morning bc four hours at once never happens. it is, in fact, 12:26 am.

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i want to live in one of those recovery slice-of-life fanfictions where when you’re having a Bad Day there is literally anyone within travel-able distance who will like. tell you to take a break. and buy you comfort food. and put on your favourite show without being asked what it is. and then just sit with you.

except everyone i know irl are extremely busy, successful people. and i love them and don’t want to bother them. so i kinda just sit here. like. hm. that doesn’t feel great.

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whhy are beds so comfy and cozy if you’re supposed to get out of them every morning this is an injustice to me specifically

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identity theft must be very serious business to the fae

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/29212704/chapters/94660366

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

update :)

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ty again @rozugold for the wonderful art of celery and i!

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thinking abt dsmp ghosts and why they might be the way they are

ranboo hated himself and was miserable, and so in death is glad that he’s dead

wilbur tried so hard to make himself important and unforgettable, only to forget himself and drift at the edges of people’s lives instead of standing at the centre

even schlatt, wanting to be powerful and in control, and then in death… invisible, intangible, sleeping

not really going anywhere with this, just thinking thoughts