a different kind of similar

H // 22 // ♐ // lil quirky, lil normal, lil magic

[thinklyrical]

love is a fucking scam dont do it guys

[rocktheholygrail]

Happy New Year!

[rocktheholygrail]

[rocktheholygrail]

[thinklyrical]

What have I done to myself? Why have I changed so much of me to fit you? Why do I plan my life around you, knowing you can't stay?

I have no answers to these questions, but I would forgive myself for them. I have no way of knowing better; through this, I am learning and growing.

You would be fine without me. You will be fine without me.

I'll get there someday. One day, you'll just be another ache in my heart. You are not meant for me.

You are not meant for me.

[thinklyrical]

There will be some part of me that will always remember you. Maybe a part of me that will even always love you.

If you're meant for me, then I will see you again someday. But if not, then whoever gets you will be such a lucky girl to receive your love. You who has so much of it to give.

I will never forget. Every time I wear the gifts you gave me, I will always remember you, and I will wonder how you are. I will wonder if you are happy. And I hope you will be.

I love you. Be happy.

I'll let you go now.

[rablaf]

DO IT FOR HER

(her being you )

[thinklyrical]

I think... I may have lost a friend. I will get her back. I love her enough-- too much?-- not to. But this loss, however temporary, is sad. Or-- or! Maybe it's just the anxiety talking 🤪

[somecunttookmyurl]

i can tell i’m sleep deprived bc i just made myself cry about tutankhamun and i have, like, negative interest in the kid

[somecunttookmyurl]

have now made the rest of the discord cry about this little boy who had multi-coloured ducks sewn onto a tunic that he loved so much he wore it to a Very Important Event because he was EIGHT and have you SEEN my DUCKS

[somecunttookmyurl]

sorry no i’m not done i’m gonna make you all cry some more i’m bringing you down with me

there was once a little boy.

he is born disabled. his body hurts, and he can’t walk properly the way the other children do. he doesn’t understand why. he’s a little boy. but he plays with wooden boats and pulls toys on a string.

somebody makes him a tunic. they sew ducks onto it in red and green and yellow and blue. the bright colours of a child.

the little boy is eight years old, and he’s going to be king now. there’s a big ceremony about it. he doesn’t really fully understand what’s going on, because he’s eight, but he wears the tunic with the brightly coloured ducks for the occasion because he loves it. look at his ducks! aren’t they great?

he is a child. the adults around him manipulate and coax him to gain more power for themselves. he still plays with toys.

as a teenager, not yet an adult, he fathers children. they do not survive. he’s not even old enough to have full agency in his job and is still being manipulated, but he had babies and they died.

he does not make it to his twenties. at eighteen or nineteen years old he dies, and is buried. his babies, so tiny, are buried with him.

and so is his tunic with the little ducks that he loved so much he kept it long after it no longer fit.

there was once a little boy.

[somecunttookmyurl]

yeah i think that like. especially with historical figures in your mind people who were kings and queens or important nobles were adults. even if you know how old they were it doesn’t really click. it doesn’t seem real

but then you get something like a little tunic with brightly coloured ducks on it and it hits you like a fucking truck that this really was a little kid and no matter how far removed you are a little kid is still a little kid. their brains didn’t develop any quicker back then. he was just as developed/mature mentally as any 8 year old now. he had cartoonish animals on his clothes and he played with toy boats and probably terrorised the local cat population.

tutankhamun was a child and he didn’t make it to adulthood because he was unfortunate enough to be a very important child

his dad died when he was 8. he saw his own babies die when he was still just a boy himself.

but he had brightly coloured little ducks on his favourite shirt, and he kept it.

[somecunttookmyurl]

and he did not just keep the duckie shirt either

tutankhamun had a little pair of sandals with ducks on them. he had earrings decorated with ducks. he kept those, and other items of childhood clothing. some toys. keepsakes. things he loved, and treasured. he kept them all in a little wooden chest. the chest… was carved with ducks.

and that little duck chest, filled with things he kept from his childhood, was buried with him. maybe he was keeping them for the little babies who did not make it. maybe they just reminded him of good days and fun times.

but he was a little boy who thought ducks were just the best

[somecunttookmyurl]

WITH PLEASURE

(greyscale makes it hard but the duck head is on the right above the toe strap. always takes me a while to find it too)

[beggars-opera]

[everythingfox]

Baby bear catching snowflakes

[sartres-angst]

[thinklyrical]

I remember a time when me and a friend were on the outs. Looking back, I feel like I should have been better. I must have hurt her. But I too was hurt. It's never been the same since. I have not loved her the same since. I don't know if I will ever fully love her again. I know all things are possible, so maybe there will be a day in the future that I will.

But also, maybe there won't.

[thinklyrical]

swollen eyes and spiral thoughts

[bisexualcrises]

If I read one more fic where they write sokka as stupid and, if it’s a modern au, getting bad grades in a hard class (especially STEM) or not succeeding at school, I’m gonna LOSE IT. This goes for shitposts too!! HE LITERALLY HELPED DEVELOP THE ABILITY TO CONTROL HOT AIR BALLOONS AND CAME UP WITH COMPLEX BATTLE PLANS AND UNDERSTOOD ASTRONOMY. Stop writing Sokka like this. Comic relief does not mean 100% clueless!!!

[kiyokospeaks]

Sokka isn’t the kid who struggles in classes. Sokka is the straight A student who all the teachers love that will give you a detailed explanation of the rationale behind some obscure physics theory, then ask how much you’d pay him to eat a hamburger bun off the ground in the same breath

[thinklyrical]

i need to DELETE myself, god abovE

[thinklyrical]

i! want! to! de! lete! my! self!

[thinklyrical]

YOU ARE NEVER ALONE.

NO ONE IS ALONE, BELIEVE ME.

[thinklyrical]

Repressing or processing? I never know which one I'm doing

[thinklyrical]

a bitch is breaking down!!! help ;-;

[thinklyrical]

if i disappeared from social media

would that be better

would it be lonelier

would anyone still see me?

all this time, have they even wanted to?