yall ever lose interest in something so you stop seeking out content for it and your brain will be like. wow its so crazy that that thing used to be everywhere and then everyone stopped talking about it. so crazy that it fell off like that because nobody is talking about it on my personal curated social media and youtube algorithms. surely no other factors here.
This might be controversial but I think that some people make too big of a fuckin deal about seeing NSFW art. Like oh noooo you saw a drawing with a dick for a second I'm sooooo sorrryyy you had to go through that (heavily sarcastic).
It was because he wanted there to be conspirators. It was much better to imagine men in some smokey room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting over the brandy. You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you didn't then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told their children bedtime stories, were capable of then going out and doing horrible things to other ordinary people. It was so much easier to blame it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us. If it was Them, then nothing was anyone's fault. If it was Us, what did that make Me? After all. I'm one of Us. I must be. I've certainly never thought of myself as one of Them. No one ever thinks of themselves as one of Them. We're always one of Us. It's Them that do the bad things.
Mutuals who I have hardly spoken with but we instead communicate through silently liking and reblogging each other's posts... I hope you're all having a lovely day ✨
how
does one lift their hand and grasp out to the sun, reaching out for something, anything,
everything
that can save them? how does one
let
the rotting heaps of frail paper in their heart not light instantly when the slightest heat draws near? how does one
plead
to the stars in the night sky for something, anything, everything, to help them already? to lend a helping hand, to throw
me
a bone out here, to send an SOS, for something, anything,
everything,
to just help me already!!!
how do i let nothing not taint something, anything, everything?
-----
send
my regards to the principles, the morals and the righteous. let them know their prince has failed them, has lost his drive in all but naught,
and
send a warm greeting to my darlings, my saviors in all but name and let them know my
voice
has flickered out into the coldest night and will most likely never be seen again in the near future, thank the stars. and so; tell them that i'll be coming back to see them. let their hopes stretch out for
ever,
and ever and ever, let it stretch thin until it snaps ! and lastly; send
my
farewells to the crystalline shine in your
eyes,
truly, they were always so pretty, and i'd hate to see them go out too.
send my parting gift to them all; my final duty as a human being.
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keep
my heart in my mouth, shut air tight and never to be let out. keep my thoughts
in
check, never to be exposed as a fraudulent thing of a man, never to be
let
out. keep my tongue tasting the terror of tranquility, never to dare to ask for a different plate. let
loose
the amalgam of property that dons every waking day, the
masquerade
of living, of talking, of thinking, of
eating,
play a thousand roles until you cannot feel it anymore.
keep the self under scrutiny. the devil you know is better than the devil you don't.
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and so, so-so, the mundanity escapes me and i revel in the requiem of the unabashed. i reach out to the sun, and it is cold in my touch with a golf-ball's texture and the smell of a sticker. the principles and the morals and the righteous, i play the role of jester for in the castle of herbalic acids. my heart thumps in my throat and i choke on it until i puke golden spit and the world escapes me.
After school care pulled me aside about my child dropping an f-bomb “without remorse” and I put on my concerned face and nodded a bunch.
Apparently he was building something with a younger kid “who really looks up to him and is just starting to make friends” and said “Hey, you’re really fucking good at this.” which is, in my estimation, really a parenting victory.
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