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been thinking about eddie's last words and i am now 100% sure "i fucked your mom" was eddie trying to lighten the mood even as he was dying because he wanted the last thing he saw to be richie laughing not crying.
what symbolic fruit are you?
Clementine.
In Chinese culture, clementines, known for their bright orange, waxy exterior, were symbolic of gold, and by extension, wealth, good fortune and abundance. Trees that bear clementines (or mandarins, as they're also known as) are often used to decorate the thresholds of Chinese households as a sign of good luck and prosperity. As lucky as Clementines may be, so are you and those around you. With a sunny disposition, and a knack for seeing the best in everyone, and the good in the world around you, you're someone who believes that the glass is always half full. Things can always be worse, and they will always get better, one way or another! Like the vibrant clementines you're known for bringing light to those who need it, and always bringing laughter to your friend group. However, such a bright exterior can sometimes hide a deep and lingering sadness. Remember: even the light sometimes has to dim, and even the sun has to set. Don't worry; it'll always come back.
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How do you need to be touched?
Your Result: Gently
You need to be held as though you're going to break. You need someone to trace your scars like cracks in a wall, crumbling. Their touch is almost painful; you've been without it for too long, without someone to hold you. But, you cannot bring yourself to pull away
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how does the old aphorism go? ⠀ 〝⠀ Once An Accident , ⠀ Twice A Coincidence , ⠀ Three Times A Pattern.⠀〞 ⠀ to human understanding , ⠀ such happenstances can be found with ease ⠀ — ⠀ small moments in life which allow for a sliver of so - called magic to entertain them , ⠀ fooled by the manageable unknown’s obdurate misdirect tickling the curiosities of even the adamantine of naysayers. ⠀ the pretenders , ⠀ those inconspicuously few tucked in the midst of the awed masses with their anthropoid guises , ⠀ axiomatically conceive what each flourishing gesture hides from their own understanding of each maneuver. the taste of the morning’s dredge of watery caffeine coating a quiescent tongue engenders malign nostalgia , ⠀ reminding nox of their exposure to the hidden hand of fate’s cruel intentions that wore out the potential for risibility. ⠀ phlegmy asperity is suppressed with a swallow , ⠀ the scintillating congeniality of their present company inspiring the petulance of diminutive enthusiasm to contest the plume of graying gloom forming overhead.
the sundered threads splintered from the primordial dark’s nebulous tapestry act in accordance to the innate nature at the behest of the disembodied whispers of her nested ascendency. ⠀ before the nascency of the lamented consciousness crudely stitched their existence to his barely formed feet , ⠀ nox’s volition was lulled into complacency by the discernible hum of her haunting berceuse before the rusted edge of metamorphosis’s serrated scalpel clipped her noose - like ligature to fashion existence anew with the limb of once absent autonomy. ⠀ the human - shaped hole resembling their present form is a reminder to never entrust the cosmic providence gripping the steering wheel of a recurrent meeting between two antithesis beings. ⠀ was this the emergence of a catastrophic paroxysm set to decimate everything in their periphery all for the human desire of the company of another? ⠀ or ⠀ — ⠀ is this an engorged hyperbolic wound the unbridled shadow can’t stop picking at finally getting the best of them?
whilst the blackened tempest of an expectant despondency helms the muscles of a hand - me - down comportment with the reunion of dark unkempt brows at the center of a bespeckled forehead , ⠀ pessimistic sentimentality wanes in fenix’s company with features softening with the settlement of dark hollows on them.
@ildsang said ﹕ ⠀〝 ⠀ i can’t seem to stay away from you. ⠀ 〞
slack jaw mouthpiece , ⠀ naturally agnized in its orthodox fountainous fashion to be spewing a flood of hard water verbosity in dissent of their aphonic origins , ⠀ relents to the unbecoming silence as it rests against its creaky hinges. ⠀ the traffic of thought navigating the torrential chaos of articulation is brought to a near standstill , ⠀ leaving nox in a momentary lapse of reticence comparable to the surrounding silence awaiting with its own bated breath. ⠀ creasing at an edge , ⠀ slivered amity folds their maw carefully into the resemblance of a soft simper with what little strength remains as they’re composed enough to say , ⠀ 〝 ⠀ & ⠀ i keep finding my way back to you , ⠀ somehow . . . ⠀ it’s strange , ⠀ which is saying something with the consideration of present company. ⠀ it’s nice . . . ⠀ a nice kind of strange. ⠀ 〟
as the resolute glow of a coruscating mirth tucked beneath a stifling ash is unearthed by the current rushing past ⠀ — ⠀ far too occupied with the preamble of winter to stoke the flames alight again ⠀ — ⠀ as the mercilessness of uncertainty’s hold on the shadow splits the frayed threads reinforcing the malleable mask in the friendly caricature of warmth , ⠀ unfurling features into its archetypal phlegmatic disposition.
〝 ⠀ it’ll pass . . . ⠀ eventually. ⠀ everything does in the end. ⠀ let’s just enjoy the moment while we have it. ⠀ 〟
[ ⠀ FRENEMIES PROMPTS ⠀ ] ﹕ ⠀ (⠀NO LONGER⠀) ACCEPTING.

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WHAT DO YOU WISH YOU COULD SAY ?
"everyone else is more important than me."
you're deathly afraid of being selfish. you're also deathly afraid of being forgotten. all you want is to be somebody's favorite person, but that feels like a far off dream. you try and make yourself interesting so that people stick around you. it doesn't feel like that's working. you want to hang out more with your friends, but it seems like they're always busy or that they have better friends than you.
tai-move
I. I spoke too soon.