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I was at Gamestop shopping for overly priced games when I found a horrifying discovery. I thought this was a bootleg figure, except it's actually official merch 😭 The "Chao Mascot" Sonic fig to be exact. I have a hard time imagining sleeping with this thing watching me...
Today was a Christmas of doom and despair (stolen line). But I'll just say, the only thing on my mind for half of it was the lore of The Santa Clause featuring Tim Allen. Cause there are instances where children just magically know he's Santa but it's never explained, and I'm like, "This cinematic masterpiece musn't have flaws, what does that say about me, the viewer?" Side note, A Charlie Brown Christmas will always be *the* christmas film. It has depression, acceptance, and joy, plus a banger soundtrack, this is the true spirit of christmas. Happy Holidays to those who read this and to all a good night (is that the line?)
your first; you're last
its back and forth again this game that never ends a date and time never given another wish lost in the wind
i'm just another casuality in your life long campaign a war against all those like me my hands kept at my side
you've said that you will another lie that you tell another head that you pop another life in your hands
i'm happy to be first in line to shape your dark path something to reflect back to and shrug your shoulders and sigh
Salma Deera, from a poem titled "a girl makes a decision: part 2," featured in Letters from Medea: Poems

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Saw Wicked For Good, and it felt like it was pushing heternormative beliefs so hard. Cause how you gonna tell me Glinda and Elphaba aren't just sapphic lovers, they look like they're about to make out every other scene!! The world is a cruel place where doomed yuri reigns supreme
Sigh I just have to say if I get one more damned Spamtenna ship art on my page, I'm going to scream. You like one thing that a friend reposted and suddenly it takes up half your For You page 💔 This is a curse I never asked for Deltrarune Tumblr community !!
To continue on after the loss of a friend is a hard thing. It's especially hard when you have to decide how you respond to it. You can choose spite and rage, that everything was their fault and if they did "x y z" everything would be perfect. And there's the decision to grow from it, to see yourself in the middle of it all, what they had done, what you had done. The problem with both choices is they're painful, but in different ways. If you choose to be angry, you pain no one but yourself, and you hold yourself back from moving on, from seeing the good. And if you choose to grow, you must keep from blaming yourself for everything while also balancing not blaming the other person. You could also do both, but then you're really just choosing option one. I am choosing to grow, as my face feels hot from rage that I can't express, and my journal can only take so many entries in one day. At the end of the day, these choices only affect you, unless of course you take your rage and swing it at the person, but that's the worse outcome out of the two choices. Life goes on even when you don't see them anymore. And all you can do is hope that they chose the right decision.
His Eyes
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul
He almost never looked into mine
But when he did, I saw the look he gave.
In those moments there was a contract made,
"I love you."
There was no doubt in my mind.
They say love is blind.
But I always saw his love.
I wish to see his eyes again.
But I don't need to look into his eyes to know.
For his soul speaks the same truth,
"I love you."
one last time
i see you peek behind the curtain looking for a reason for the rhymes what makes it tick away all this time why it hasn't just given up and died
i wish i had the perfect answers for all those little questions of yours but i was born a human boy and now im only a human man
i pray that this will never have to end even as i hold myself above you shaking my blood pouring out onto you to keep you warm on this cold night
do i have to point out the obvious? i love you and its not okay i love you and it's killing me i love you and i need you just one more time

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Was Cavetown created to torture you? Not literally of course but their music just resonates so much it hurts. Listening to him all day isn't saving me from my depressive slump, but I feel so comforted at the same time. Sighh need to get up and get myself together, lest I go insane.
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I'm scared that I am unlovable. I'm scared that I will never be enough, Or have enough to give. I fear that my heart is glass. I am scared that my fractures Will catch the sun, And that you will throw pebbles When you look through it. I worry that my chest is hollow. That you will gaze upon my heart, And find it an empty cavern. I am scared that I don't know how to love. Why would anyone cradle a crude heart That could offer them nothing. I am scared that love is simply Not an option for me.
-jadedpoet
I wrote him in poems
he'd never read,
loved him in ways
I never said.
He was chaos,
I was calm
and yet I held on,
like a tide to a vanished moon.
He may never know
the depth of my devotion,
but even now,
years later,
he visits the corners of my mind
like a ghost
I never asked
to haunt me.

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Today my closest friend told me he didn't want to be friends anymore. I messed up and hurt him so I understand but he reassured me that we could possibly fix things in the future. In my head I'm doubting that he cares about me still, but I need to remind myself that he does. That I can trust him, like he trusted me so long ago...
Trigger warning:self harm
No one loves you like I do,
like I do.
A slit on my wrist drips down—
the holy nectar swallowed by your mouth.
Love is dead to you,
but not to me.
Pinch my nose and I’ll crouch,
devoting myself to a lost cause.
And here—undone, unfinished—
I crawl to thee, hopeless for a spark
of some kind, some sort,
for the theatrical death of mine,
if I cannot be reciprocated
by a man full of fear and hatred.
That’s what I had created and curated
in my own life,
which I married long ago,
when the fork was still stuck in the road.
I interpret a sense of yearning and yet pained by that obsession