Me, now: Ok, one more spellcheck and this baby is ready to go!
Me, tomorrow: I'm illiterate.
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Me, now: Ok, one more spellcheck and this baby is ready to go!
Me, tomorrow: I'm illiterate.
Akechi was afraid that some of his more base desires concerning Clive would appear in his shadow, and that it would result in Clive being hurt. But thankfully Akechi’s desire for Clive to feel safe, loved, and happy was stronger. His shadow is just a cuddle bug who desperately wants affection. Both cognitive and real Clive are happy to oblige!
“I think I found the antidote
I think I found another road
I think I found some fucking hope;
nope”
Solitary by guardin
Anybody else ever have the thing where you can feel your thoughts going down a thought path you’ve been down in the past, like well worn grooves on a dirt road, and you feel scared about ending up where you were last time you felt that? I don’t trust my own thoughts, because I’ve broken myself before and I can’t do something like that again. =\
I can’t justify why, but holidays make me so sad. Aching, deep, bone-weary sadness. I just want to sleep forever.
Fall.
I ache for that which I can not touch. As real as the moonlight on my skin, but as far beyond my reach as the moon in the sky.
I think it is time to give it up. Return these feelings back into the void. Maybe I’ll lose enough of myself to become someone else.
Adiue, adiue.
me ded
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help