Aug 9, 2022
i dont like ppl who call themselves inclus but exclude “problematic identities” like bi/pan lesbians/gays etc. you arent an inclusionist if you cant include everybody
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i dont like ppl who call themselves inclus but exclude “problematic identities” like bi/pan lesbians/gays etc. you arent an inclusionist if you cant include everybody
Sooooo... I wrote something a couple days ago. It's short, and was a result of a phrase popping into my head, but I'm considering posting it. (It's also rwby-related, and I kinda lost momentum at the end of it, but I shared it with @mindfulmagics and she agreed that I should post it.)
So I guess... I'm gonna post it in a few minutes?
Don't know if it'll survive the tumblr purge, but I decided to make a blog for things relating to my characters, as well as one for my Miraculous Ladybug art. So... I'm still probably gonna post it here first, but it'll all get reblogged to those blogs. I'm starting with the miraculous blog, wolfs-miraculous, and then I'll start with the character blog (which is currently private).
Has anyone ever had that feeling of... like... you do something once and then you get hit with this longing to experience it again because you got a flashback to a specific moment during that?
I suddenly want to raise another baby opossum, because they're sweet shy little animals and I just suddenly remembered how they'd eat watermelon. They'd smack their little lips and keep cleaning their cute little hands and they just loved the watermelon so much...
"I heard the Pineapple had a son named Rykiel. Haven't see pictures of him but I think he would look like a cow or a pine cone!" The wolf thought through of what the heck a Rykiel looks like.
Like moths around the light Laments orbit my life. Help me open up my eyelids, So my hands could reach for what I long for. I want to be young, I want to love, And to be loved, my foreign friend!
Dead Poet’s Poem, Dobriša Cesarić
For just one more moment I would like to live Within your chest. All the beauty I will give to you. All the thoughts, all the dreams, Everything my time takes away mercilessly, All the fervor, all the love, all hopes, All memories -- O, my dead life!
Dead Poet’s Poem, Dobriša Cesarić