May 2, 2025
(wisb ii was a lil kibby sso ii could annoy himb mmoer efficiently hehehe mmebil kibby >:3)
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(wisb ii was a lil kibby sso ii could annoy himb mmoer efficiently hehehe mmebil kibby >:3)
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mrrrp meow meow mow mow mrrrp mrrrrp mew
My cat snores really loudly
She's purring and snoring at the same time and also making these cute 'merrrp' noises
ack no i hate that yuri drawing it should perish. i have a natsuki one that looks normal though.. totally worth staying up for/srs
Ella no va extrañarte, tampoco va a pensarte. Dice que esta ocupada en cosas mas importantes...
You know when things are going good, like suspiciously good and you’re too happy so of course something has to come along and fuck it up. That’s my life, let me tell y’all about my latest fuck up lol Now y’all know I normally mind my own business, I keep to myself. I was perfectly happy in my own little bubble, chilling all by myself but then I met this girl. At first I didn’t think anything of it, I meet many girls. But out of nowhere, she was all up in my bubble all the time and it made me so happy. Being around her made me happy and I figured it made her happy too? I liked sharing my time with her, suddenly things were interesting again, familiar things felt new. I was so happy, I never realized how boring my bubble was or how much space she took up in such a short period of time till she disappeared. I wanted her around for a long time (haha can’t always get what you want right?), she made me feel all these gay emotions I hadn’t in a long time like wanting to make the googly eyes or constantly smiling for what feels like no reason. But you know when you want to hang on to something so badly you just end up squeezing the life out of it instead because you’re just holding on too tight? That’s what I did. I over think things and I ruin them because I have this innate need to define things and know what they are matter of factly. I question everything so this was no different. It wasn’t because I was unhappy or unsatisfied with what her and I had but because that’s just me. I liked what we had, I liked it so much more than any relationship I had ever been in. We went on silly adventures, laughed a lot, it was stress free, easy and effortless, we just liked being with one another. But I guess I never realized how much she rather be in her own bubble than with me in mine, that was my bad. I should’ve known better, I just thought she liked sharing her bubble with me as much as I liked sharing mine with her. I want her to be happy, just hard to accept that it doesn’t involve me. This isn’t what I wanted. Last night wasn’t what I wanted. I tossed and turned all night trying to think of something else to say to you. I didn’t want the conversation to be over, I didn’t want whatever this is to be over. I hated seeing you cry and it sucks to miss you as much as I do, I just wanna talk to you all the time. I miss your laugh and the way you smell, I miss what we had and all the fun we always had doing the simplest things together. I never realized how much I touched you till I was actively stopping myself from doing it. I didn’t know I could lose something that wasn’t even mine to begin with and boy oh boy does it suck
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yh I've been gone for quite a bit huh?
aight quick rundown
did I mention I have a job? and that I technically got promoted?
it's stressful.
I love my girlfriend 🥰🥰🥰🥰
I'm taking pics again and that's cool
back on more social media stuff
I'm on an incomplete manga break for 2½ years
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Fearing me is the young man’s game. Your game. Because when old age slithers to your door, decrepit and lonely with sagging skin and cataracted eyes. You are ready for me. You’ve become a stain on society, on your family and the wallet that keeps you breathing. An ugly truth, hidden in plain sight.
By this time we’ve been friends for too long. Your trepidation about the unknown is gone, and what a relief that is. At first, it was an icy lake. You knew it was there, what the dangers were, but you strode across anyway, and I pressed my face into the ice that separated us, watching you pass by. “One day this lake will thaw,” I hissed, swimming back down into its unfathomable depths. “Too young,” I muttered. “But that will change.”Â
I leaned in close and over the years I whispered sweet nothings into your eager mind. Soothed and prepared you for the inevitability of me. Arrogant creatures that you are. Though we never spoke or touched, I was with you always. Sat beside you on the bed while you scrolled the net, across the room in a chair when you curled up to read, the empty seat on the bus when you plugged in your earphones and ignored the world.
 When accidents befell you, I was there, watching, running my finger beneath your chin to remind you that no, you are not a god and one day your existence will mean nothing on this empty plane of greed and wires. “I’m here,” I whispered.
You would shudder and proclaim that: “Someone walked over my grave.”
That was me. Digging… digging… digging. A grain of dirt, one spec at a time until the six-foot-deep space is cleared and your fetid old corpse is ready to be dropped in. Forgotten.Â
You never saw me, though, did you? Not until it was too late, my blind little mouse. I lurked, and sometimes, I would take your friends. Now, believe you me, dear, it’s nothing personal, merely a symptom of the cause. Reminding you that life is a candle flame, and I am the whetted finger come to extinguish you in the night, suffocating your existence.
“Death… the end… fin. Now close your eyes and sleep.”Â