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the-abandoned-carnival

Would I still miss you if you were here with me?

Do you remember how we listened with our eyes?

Not the same language though enough to get by.

Though it's said your field of vision is narrower

I think you were just horse blind driven on domestic salvation

I couldn’t ignore the infrastructure sink holes

Do you still miss me as I'm standing here with you

A thousand yards into the distance in all directions

Teeth made bare

From the dog you once fed

Can you remember who I am?

Did you see the who how and the what of you are?

Does a mirror need a mirror?

Is one to one possible without one more?

Can a mirror withstand it's own reflection?

I miss the blue who saw the blue that others did not

when the sky saw the lake

the waters teaming on still winds

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A poem

It's quite passionate with ache *snrk*

*Throat clear*

He clearly feels *hee hee* ... he feels strongly about *Heeee hee* .... he clearly *gives a shit*

*manic laughter*

*laughter turns to crying*

two-bit-socrates

At Peace

Propagandhi

Hedge every bet Lick every boot Make every appeal Prostrate yourself to the killing machine To spare yourself from its wheels

Better them than me Rolls so seductively off your tongue Your reckoning has begun

In spite of endless war, extinction-level events Depredation and plague Every one of your ancestors survived to reproductive age The probability that you are even here is next to none Hey! No pressure everyone!

When shit got dark, I had to face it alone There'd be no crying for help It's just how I'm wired I've had to figure shit out my whole life by myself

I ain't saying it's cool, it's fucked up Truth be told, it's cost me a few friends But sometimes you must protect yourself

Fucker, I'm resourceful, resilient I power through the waves of disappointment Maybe not quite thriving, but I'm buoyant I am at peace these days Give or take a fit of blinding rage

I can't seem to shake the belief That there's a liminal state between Death and rebirth in which you and me Reconvene

Oh yes, I'm really fun at parties Draw a dick on my face with a Sharpie Excuse me sir, this is an Arby's I am at peace

I am at peace Though presently convulsed with grief I am at peace

Some days I'm scared I'm going to die Or even worse: I might survive I try to keep these words in mind

Nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight Gotta kick at the darkness until it bleeds daylight

#at peace #propagandhi #Generational trauma sucks ass #artists on tumblr #pastel #Going through it and tempted to get a tattoo in commemoration

clementine-kesh

call me terminally academia-brained but i do think a lot of the fun of character analysis is figuring out how to build a compelling argument for a particular reading using lines of evidence from canon as well as meta/intertextual support

clementine-kesh

and you could say that what i’m saying here is basically “a lot of the fun of doing character analysis is doing character analysis” but let’s be real a lot of fandom character analysis is pretty heavily vibes-based. and i think that’s where i really chafe up against the traditional thought-terminating fandom attitude of like, everyone’s opinions hold equal weight and any interrogation of that is inherently hostile. because i think it’s fascinating to dig into where others are coming from in terms of their views on characters or dynamics or whatever, especially when they differ significantly from more commonly expressed views, and part of that digging is asking people okay what parts of canon are you drawing from to support your opinion? what parts of canon are you disregarding or downplaying? how does this argument hold up in the light of how race, gender, class, ability, etc. operate both in the piece’s in-fiction and real world contexts?

#note to selves we are high pls read later

anistarrose

immortality is a disability. to me

anistarrose

the nature of your body has changed in a way you don't understand. there will always be a "before" and an "after." why did this happen? and why did this happen to you? you're searching for a reason. you're searching for a meaning. is this a punishment? is it a divine gift in disguise? is there a cure? do you want a cure? all your friendships seem to drift inevitably away from you. will people ever see you again as the age you actually are? will you ever be able to interact with the world again like how you used to?

jimblescave

YESSSS THIS IS EXACTLY WHY I LOVE VAMPIRISM!!!!

Having to watch people they loved pursue their dreams and life.do I have to watch from afar? hurting them and yourself in turn. Who can I be safely open with about my life? Is there anyone else like me?

The ways it effects being able to occupy the spaces you were once able to freely and down to the food you can safely consume.

I love when it makes them question what it means to be human too,the search for new purpose and meaning when you constantly feel half dead.

Am I my vampirical symptoms or am I my humanity? What does it mean to be human? Is it defined by mortality?

What is it I can do? Do I only exist to meet my needs?

100% is a Disability! Very cool to explore

two-bit-socrates

I got to explore this as a concept in a rpg (poorly) called Savage Worlds with my marriage partner. He set up a campaign and we all had a secret for our characters and mine was that he was immortal and I was so into exploring it. He was old enough to not have a social security number and because we were in more modern times he had to contend with hiding and living in the surveillance state we have now. Another player was trying to be an investigator but while caring for a baby and another was very heavy into being a director and I think it was suppose to be 12 sessions all together but we didn't get to finish. I been frequently sick on and off over the years with medical neglect kicking my ass so sometimes finishing campaigns can be difficult.

Any time the cops could show up he'd high tail w/o an explanation. He worked under the table for years cause health wasn't an issue but he couldn't stay long, he traveled light like he did when he hopped rails and wandered as a hobo. He'd try to avoid the camera of the other party member. He tried to interrogate someone once but that started a small ooc fight but I don't remember why. It was a fun time and yea depending on how you get by inmortality can be disabling by quite a bit.

lydia-skyrim

My thane I've hired this Khajiit to stare at you.

escuerzoresucitado

pokemon-personalities

u know what’s really fun and in style right now? making others feel loved and valued

tpwrtrmnky

"haha the artist behind this must've been cRaZyYyYyYYYyyyy" and then it's like. Imagery assembled in a calculated effort to be disturbing to as wide an audience as possible by playing on near-universal human fears.

tpwrtrmnky

hey. you realize this post is about how creating horror is an artform with skill and intention behind it, right? that playing on universal human fears in an effective way is an admirable thing to succeed at? that more niche horror is also, in fact, assembled with artistic skill rather than a look into the TwIsTeD mInD oF tHe CrEaToR???

baddywronglegs

This is why comedians who turn their hands to horror often do so well at it. Horror is satire that keeps going past the point you wanted to laugh, slapstick that doesn't let you see it coming, absurdity that doesn't give you space to step back, and the skill of knowing where thosr points are and how to cross them or not is a vital tool in both skillsets.