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Having an existential crisis and i feel like a fucking cunt about it actually

#i wish it was depression but im confronting the fact that like #i dont know if its loss of naivety or growing up or giving up or whatever but i dont give a fuck about being anything anymore.#waking up.#like was i waiting for my life to start because its over. it feels like its over. u just work until u die.#not to sound like a nihilist but theres nothing. whats the point #in doing anything.#personal

apparent fever dream that koshercommie reblogged my aplatonic genie moodboard

#aplatonic genie moodboard #thats. all it consisted of.#waking up.#check tumblr.#koshercommie reblogged your post #fell back asleep

#visage #inspo #Sinday #Wyatt Randall #Waking up.#across all verses really #good ole queue

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Go back to coon

sorry, training wheels! the audience loves me far too much.

#exasperatedmechanic #drink it in pal.#this is the sound of me.#waking up.#making a mess of your culinary 6lock.

This morning my husband got up to change the alarm so I could sleep in a little longer, when he asked me what I wanted, I said "John Green" and turned over to sleep. I couldn't figure out why he got mad for the longest time, after all, I answered his question. Turns out the right answer was "five more minutes"

#sleepy #alarm #John green #Waking up.

Metal's Gleam In The Night

There were a few items adorning the old metal desk that sat in Union's room of the apartment. Three twenty-round magazines were sitting on the desk, as well as an M16A3. The weapon was on semi-automatic, one of the magazines sitting on the handguard. It was dutifully unloaded, and it caught the misfit sapphire and emerald gaze as the stallion headed over to his desk.

His concentration was easily broken, staring down at the metal as the moonlight gleamed into the room. Union slowly clicked on the table's lamp, letting it illuminate the area on, and around the table. Union checked it over, revealing there was no burst or fully automatic setting on the rifle.

A number of wallracks, capable of holding a weapon from the barrel or handguard and by the stock, adorned the room.

Hung up were around three or so guns. An AK-74u was on the wall, as well as a Mossberg 590, and a Mosin Nagant. His aura wrapped around all three, including the M16A3, setting them all on the desk lined up.

Union folded the AK-74u's stock, placing it in an olive green carrying case, shutting the gun in with the magazine. He would continue with this clockwork setting, until he had put away the other three firearms. Stacking the cases, he set them under the desk.

He looked at the chair, contemplating on whether or not he should work at something.

"I don't have the time." He muttered to himself, clearing his mind. Three voices were silent in his mind, something he didn't find calming at all, especially when he had grown used to the three sentient thoughtforms. The stallion became fairly quiet, looking towards the phone.

He could call someone, just get time to pass by quicker. The lack of hazy smoke had revealed to him long before that Shaggy was probably asleep. For the best, Union guessed, glancing around.

"What to do.. what to do..?"

#ic #Where's Uni?#1:39 AM #Waking Up.#Metal's Gleam In The Night #Uni's littered his room with guns again.#Potential Starter

'Waking up.'

Union's eyes opened - however groggy it felt. The stallion sighed, glancing towards the clock, but then ignoring that, got up out of bed. Ignoring his glasses for the time being - first things first.

Got to get something to eat, got to shower whilst the mind-living three are out like a light..

#ic #Britski's Up And At 'Em #10:33 AM #Waking up.