random headcanon that is completely unprompted: I Want Die is not actually *that* old, he's probably in his mid-30s but is so extremely stressed that his hair has become completely grey. It also fits with his name.
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Me watching the news...
Reporter : an asteroid might Hit our planet.
Me : yesssssssss... when? When?
Reporter : or it might miss our planet!
Me : bitch, you stole my moments of happiness.
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Megapod Jail, Seto need to chill
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Some thoughts below [tw vent]
A forgotten locket
A defense mechanism
A fallen anthena
An empty revolver
An used old bandaid
A transparent mask
Thorns without a rose
Barbed wire across my heart
A machine with no purpose
Unfulfilled purpose
Am I chained by my pain? Am I defined by my struggle?
Who am I? What am I?
Cold, tired, broken, edgy, talented, loyal, lying, calm, weird, violent or caring? I can't tell anymore, am i truly alive? Am i even real?
There are so many things i feel that i can't show, i have no voice to scream, i have no brush to paint, my pain seeps through all i create.
I don't want to be defined by my pain, i don't want it to affect me as much as it does, i don't want to be pitied upon, but i want to scream.
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Broke
"She's going around seducing every married man and threatening every marriage in the area!"
Woke
"Every single man, married or not, is flocking to her- a hundred and ten wives are already threatening!"
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Did we get a personal Tumblr wrapped thing this year? Cause I swear at the end of 2022 that was a thing but I didn't get one this time??
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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers (ू•‧̫•ू⑅)♡
OH! Ah, hm...
I like:
Bears
Bunnies
My cats
Writing!
Making jewelry
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Because of that I decided to play otome game a little. Ugh, I forget how tricky Alice is. Like, there is 40 pages of walkthrough and I absolutely don't remember what's scenes I opened and what's not.
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me yesterday saying i tend to actively avoid romance as a genre even tho ever after is one of my most favorite movies of all time
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No one:
Absolutely no one:
Family Member Near One of Our Pets:
Me: Look at the cat/dog! Isn't she too cute? Kiss her. Do it. She deserves kisses. Kiss her!
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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caramel fun fact i have over 100 hours on phantom hourglass and i never beat it
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