Jun 26
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this looks like a photoshopped TikTok sticker😭😭😭😭
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Weird algorithm pull
WTF
this looks like a photoshopped TikTok sticker😭😭😭😭
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dolphins
my mother and i love the ocean; the salt satiates my mind instead of the thoughts i let consume me. one time, when i was little, she took me to a pier, and we spontaneously got on a cruise just to get closer to the sea. but no matter what i did that brisk winter's day, an uncanny looming sensation would not leave my fragile mind. at the tender age of 13, i realised that a fear of death prevents the living from feeling alive. to me, it was a persistent stench that hung in the air. sometimes it felt like the nagging thought that someone is behind you when you walk alone. you start to wonder what the path of life should look like, and if stumbling through it was the intended design. hand in hand with my mother, she pulled me towards the worn banister railing of the ship. the wood bended in unnatural curves, as many an eager eye had yearned for a sight of something rare. she enlightened me as she pointed to the dolphins, as if her instincts whispered that they would be there. "when you feel scared about life, think about this cruise. when we left the pier, you never thought about the end of the journey right? you only thought about the dolphins. their elegance, grace and how beautifully they swim in the water. i bet you even wished them to gleam hello to you!" my mother then got down on my level and swept me into her gentle, maternal wings. "life's meaning is like the dolphins. you'll miss the moments if you keep thinking about the end."
Someone please explain the function of a prong collar/ Flexi leash combo cause I ain’t getting it.
(( Thank u fantroll community for being the only sane reprieve That Is the Homestuck RPC in general. ))
Call it lazy if you want but I think my, "Pop quiz that's worth way too much of your grade," costume is truly terrifying. Typos and all.
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girl this place is SO much better than the bird app like genuinely yall seem so nice and creative here
plus I don’t have to deal w a mental breakdown whenever I post on twt because of the shit algorithm making nobody see my posts so YAY :D
The s-word; A thinly-veiled vent
S is a difficult topic to talk about. It makes people uncomfortable, squeamish even. I mean, you can’t just strike up a conversation with a friend on a random Tuesday about it… can you?
Nevertheless, it’s been on my mind a lot lately, which is interesting as I never truly got close to it. I think my first exposure to it was through online media; a song or, probably a movie. Mom told me to look away from the screen so I did. It’s funny cause at the time I couldn’t even understand why someone might want that.
Later, after a few more songs and a few more movies with “s” scenes, the first real life exposure to it was with an older boy from my high-school. Well, I didn’t witness it but everyone heard about it. Of course, it was a big deal at the time, mostly due to his age.
I still think about him every now and then.
Later still, in my last year of high-school, it was with a close friend at the time. Well, almost. She was drunk and I was tired, so I just went to sleep. I woke up to some worrying messages on my phone - she sent me a barrage of messages, over the span of a couple hours, that I still have saved somewhere in our chat history. I was horrified at the possibility and frantically messaged her but she was'nt answering.
We met a week later and talked things through and we’re still friends.
After that it was mostly radio silence.
Still, the topic comes uplate at night, when the empty space in my bed feels heavy. Or, well, whenever I feel particularly lonely. I know that it’s not the answer to… any of my problems, but still.