My Sokka cosplay is almost finished just in time for halloween. It would be nearly perfect if I only were as pretty as him
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@thevoid123
My Sokka cosplay is almost finished just in time for halloween. It would be nearly perfect if I only were as pretty as him
I cannot stress enough how much I love the Autism community and I’m so happy that all of the strategies and tools that they use really have helped make my life 100% better. Like I really just appreciate everything about it and respect them so much.
Sometimes when someone is suggesting activities to do in the future with another person (just the two me and the other person) and they mention like one thing and all I can think is “I’d rather rip my own skin off” but you not and smile and say “yeah that sounds fun!” because it’d be rude as hell if you didn’t agree
It was occasionally an odd occurrence that I would come across someone with more than one soul. It was an especially rare occasion when I would discovered someone had three, needless to say it was annoying. So you can probably imagine my annoyance when I had severed someone’s soul for exactly twenty three times over a course of twenty years and to my dismay discovered that they still had more to give.
And you can probably imagine this person’s face as I lamented to them about this annoying problem. I must note that they had discovered sitting on the bathroom sink with a lollipop in my mouth and two other ones in my hand.
Now understand I am a being of death, no one sees me, people recognize the signs of when I’m nearby but my physical body does not appear to the average eye. I was shocked that I after the many times I had discussed my frustrations with them, this time they were staring right at me.
“Ohhhh that’s not good,” I muttered the lollipop dropping out of my mouth and clattering to the bathroom floor. “Fuck,” I said, not because this was a major problem but because that was my favorite flavor.
It was occasionally an odd occurrence that I would come across someone with more than one soul. It was an especially rare occasion when I would discovered someone had three, needless to say it was annoying. So you can probably imagine my annoyance when I had severed someone’s soul for exactly twenty three times over a course of twenty years and to my dismay discovered that they still had more to give.
As I stumble through life completely lost of what route I want to take I have realized something. I want to be the person that people like enough to make home made baked goods for my birthday.
I’ll explore the stars that will never satisfy me
She was born in a life doomed to be mediocre and by god it was hell. She found herself waking up in the early hours of the morning kept busy with chores and work through the days and then sleeping, occasionally eating in between each break she got. Everything felt dull. She was numb to the world around her it was lifeless. The mediocrity chewed at her mind, it gnawed at her insides and crawled under her skin like an itch that couldn’t be touched. All of her daily problems weighed on her shoulders but that wasn’t even an ⅛ of what truly felt so crushing. It was the need and want to do something better. To live a life worth living but being so raveled up in the web of her own mind that she was like a spectator watching herself unable to truly affect the life around her. Her mind was not the only problem that kept her from straying the path, it was also the people in her life or perhaps the societal pressure that they put on her to act and do everything responsibly.
This woman, who was 23 years of age and had nothing to her name, was desperately looking for a way to cure herself of this malady. So when the opportunity presented itself, you could understand why she took the hand of a complete stranger and left her notably short and boring life for good.
There was only a note that gave any indication that her presence had graced her previous dwelling she called home.
To whom it may concern,
I’m going on a permanent vacation from this life. Please don’t fret I assure you that I am perfectly safe wherever I am now. I’m finally free and happy.
-D
The paper whispered it’s words to the dark apartment that hadn’t been stepped in since she left. It made sure it did it’s job and waited patiently for any who would come in contact. It's words hung in the air with the dust. Little did it know that it would patiently wait for many more weeks to come. It rested on the cold granite counter. Little did it know the irony of it’s letters.
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She was sitting, she was shot and on the floor barely holding consciousness. Her hand grasped her wound as a feeble attempt to stop the bleeding. But as her black eyes stared at her pursuer, she adjusted herself to better protect the warm body behind her, she smirked. Not once had a smirk of this kind had the pleasure of forming before, it was the kind that was knowing. The kind that knew that a whole slew of trouble was ahead of her and by god it was going to be fun.
I had a mortifying realization that whenever I see a red hat I immediately have a fight or flight response which isn’t too shocking but . . . I can’t ever do my Ash Ketchum cosplay because I hate the hat too much now. And that is the real tragedy.
Gaze up at the stars with me won’t you? Even if it’s just once. Just give me something to hold close when all of the world is icy and bitter.
Who on earth made me feel like dearie was something a villain would say? because I find it rather charming once I finally became self aware. Or maybe it’s appeal to me is on the sole fact that an evil person would use it and therefore my gremlin heart desires to use it for the relationships I find most precious to me
Sometimes it’s simply ok to exist, dearie. To just retreat into your mind and go searching for something that may or may not be there. Don’t worry, the world will still be here when you come back.
Do you maybe you know. . . . wanna be my partner in Pokemon and when we fight trainers we can have super rad battle music theme that’s only unique to us
Is it just me or have you guys ever had a super toxic friend and you go about your life really enjoying their company and then you get that OH moment when they do something especially shitty to you and then everything is super bitter between you two but you can’t fucking cut them out of your life like you usually do with toxic friends because you like their friend group too much and then they’re also dating someone in your friend group so you just gotta use your customer service attitude whenever they’re around which is way too often.. .. .. .. yeah
I sit to enjoy the quiet. Let the rain patter down from the sky and my dog rests her head in my lap. I breath the refreshing air and watch all of the cars pass by. In this moment I’m happy. Sit by my side, dear, because imagine how much happier this moment would be if we shared it.
He drank too much, worked too much, fought too much, and was just a little too much of all the bad things that made all of the good things about him so much worse.
Anybody else read back on their journal entries and think ‘wow look this depressed two year old can write super well!’
Y’all
My heart is breaking that I don’t have any good wlw romantic comedy movies to watch or books to read ;-;