#maybe it's

[leolovesyoshiki]

I remember showing this specific panel to my friends and asking them what emotion they thought it conveyed.

They collectively decided on 'horny'. So win ig.

(This is Barou's reaction to Nagi's elimnation btw, they knew the characters but didn't know the context)

[shenanigan42]

i think something possessed me i dont know what this is read at your own risk ig :/

Dark.

It is dark. I cannot see anything, I cannot feel anything. There is no sound. I’m not even sure I’m breathing. I am aware of nothing at all except for the fact that I am alive.

And the moment that thought crosses my mind,I doubt it. Am I truly alive? What does it mean to be alive, to be human? 

Is it emotions? I have none.

Sensations? I feel nothing, it is dark all around me, in my ears, in my nose, in me.

Memories? I cannot recall anything but the dark.

Knowledge? What does it mean, really, to know something?

Here is what I know-

-It is dark.

-I am… not alive, perhaps, but conscious.

-There is a world, out there, somewhere, with people and laughter and beating hearts

-I am not in that world. 

-I do not know where I am

This list does not help me. 

Help me do what, exactly? It is not like I can escape. Where would I even escape to? 

The world that I can picture, with human beings and warmth and light- but also pain and suffering?

At least here, I feel nothing. Maybe that means I can never be happy, but it also means that pain is nothing but a fact, something that exists out of my realm of knowledge.

I cannot see, I cannot hear, I cannot breathe, I cannot feel. 

******************

Light.

There is light. I cannot tell where it is coming from, it is so bright that my eyes cannot register a single other thing. I hear a person. They are breathing, loudly. I am breathing too. I can feel it, in the way my chest expands and collapses, quick and restless. I am aware of everything, everything except-

Life. I am alive. I am so horribly, painfully, alive that for a moment, I long for the dark place again. But the moment that warm hands wrap around me, tears drip onto my face (they are not my own), I do not want to leave.

Everything is too much. Too much light, too much sound, too much emotion. Too much knowledge.

Here is what I know-

-It is bright. It is so, so bright.

-I am alive. It hurts. Being alive hurts so much.

-There is a world, out there, somewhere, where I feel nothing. 

-I am not in that world.

-I do not want to return.

The breathing is laughter, I realise. Not happy laughter. I know what that sounds like, this is not it. It’s hysterical, almost (that is a pretty word, hysterical), and it sounds much more like someone crying. Am I crying?

I do not know. But it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, and I love it.

[bokettochild]

Also time trying to hug people but the won’t let him

Love how Twilight and Malon are totally happy to let him, but the SECOND he goes for anyone else, they're turning into limp noodles and scootling away LOL

[front-facing-pokemon]

[cementcornfield]

would you happen to have a clip of joe saying myles takes good care of him 👀 for my agendas

Myles usually takes care of me, he gets there and takes me to the ground, but doesn't necessarily try to hurt me....I love Myles, he's a good guy, great player, got a lot of respect for him.

[goofballgutz]

What do i watch next. i like gravity falls & daria & clone high & aqua teen hunger force & villainous.

south park

smiling friends

moral orel

phineas & ferb

other (put in tags)

Voting ended onJun 12, 2025

[wanderingmind867]

I've never had the best sense of coordination. I can't bike, I can't catch thrown objects very easily, i couldn't skateboard or roller blade, I can't do any of these sorts of things that require skilled coordination. So i feel like i probably have some sort of natural problems with hand eye coordination. Maybe it's an autism thing? Hell if I know. It could just be a me thing. It's tricky, and yet i know it's probably not that important, either. But I can't help thinking about all of this stuff, and i just wonder why i'm like this.

I was inspired to write this post yesterday after seeing some people biking and roller blading on the ride home from school. It got me to thinking of my poor coordination skills, and that subsequently inspired this post. I know i'm posting this a day after I started writing it, but I just got distracted. So now i'm queuing it up to post while i'm at school.