A mouse spots a crow in a secluded part of the forest, hopping amongst the mushrooms. Bright eyes and glistening feathers enrapture the mouse, and she finds the courage to approach.
"I like your trinkets." The mouse says, looking over the shiny beads round their neck.
"I like yours too!" The crow replies, tilting their head to get a better look at the buttons and bits of fabric.
"May we be friends?" The mouse asks.
"We may." The crow agrees, and so it is. The mouse whispers many secrets, and the crow does the same.
Many moons pass; with the seasons coming and going, they grow closer and closer.
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"Is this life all there is?" The mouse asks, laying upon the grass beside the crow. With a thoughtful puff of their feathers, the crow shrugs.
"Perhaps. If it is, we ought to make the most of it."
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The crow brings gifts from far away, and the mouse does the same. Much more time passes, with both of them growing and learning from one another.
"I'm afraid of being alone." The crow admits.
"I'll always be here." The mouse vows.
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The mouse flees from a dog that means no harm, but the crow does not mock her. The mouse is held patiently by ebony wings.
"Why is the world so cruel?" The mouse sobs, recalling her past. "What did I do wrong?"
"Nothing." Says the crow. "Life is unforgiving, and rarely fair. We mustn't blame ourselves for the misdeeds of others."
"I need you here." Whispers the mouse.
"I'll always be here." The crow vows.
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The other mice warn that she will be killed by the crow, but the mouse has never felt more alive. When the crow is gone, the mouse feels their absence weighing down her chest.
"I need you." She wails in the night, when no one hears her.
"I need you." She thinks throughout the day, an endless mantra of cold loneliness that only disappears when the crow's beating wings are heard once more.
"I need you."
"I will never leave you."
"I want you."
"You complete me."
"I…"
"I love you."
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Dear Daddy, Your name has been sugar on my tongue all day, all week, all month, all year... I would forsake all the sweetness in the world for just one taste of you. I did my hair, painted my nails and put on your favorite perfume. Now I'm laying awake, legs empty without you between them. I would do my best to break your 88 year old hips, and spend the month in bed nursing you back to health...
XOXO,
Pinkie
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You know I used to think "tumblr's absolute refusal to actually engage with the Trolley Problem in favor of insisting that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is just a short-sighted idiot is really fucking annoying, but I guess it's not actually doing any harm".
Anyway that was before we asked tumblr at large to decide between "guy aiding a genocide but making progress elsewhere" and "guy who would actively and enthusiastically participate in a genocide and would also make everything else much, much worse for everyone elsewhere" and the response was that there must be a third, morally pure option that doesn't require them to make a hard decision and that anyone who asks them to make a binary choice is a short-sighted idiot.
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gentle
So I asked you this:
"just how
can you miss someone
you have never met?"
and for that you had no answer,
only you also felt it,
and it was all-consuming,
relentless,
senseless,
maybe a little stupid,
but ultimately
the bane of both
our existences.
And I admit
I hate the moment I realised
my existence was
incomplete.
Wake-up call,
an unwanted realisation,
damnation -
I am cursed
in the way
I feel the lack of you
so deeply.
And I could've gone on with the
rest of my life
never knowing you were out there
starving over
the same
longing.
A part of me wishes
I had continued
to live half-awake,
blissfully ignorant,
that
I, too, had someone
who could love me
gently.
Maybe then, I wouldn't burn so violently.
Maybe then
I could fall asleep
and not have to feel the coldness of the bed
on the right side of me.
I beg,
life,
be gentle with me.
This next lesson
might just be the one
that
breaks me.
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Oh look, it seems everyone has been opted into the unfortunate "experiment" now. For everyone who has been blissfully using the old UI up until now, welcome to hell :)
Do you not like hell? Do you want to leave and crawl back up into the sunlight of the old UI? Well, have I got a link for you! A beautiful tumblr user (who is not me) has gone and fixed things beautifully for you already: https://github.com/enchanted-sword/dashboard-unfucker
You will need to have Tampermonkey installed on your browser of choice, and once that's done, just go to the github link above, and peruse the readme to install. And voila! You have your old dash back!
The authors of XKit Rewritten said during the experiments that at the time, since this was an "experiment" they weren't going to implement anything to revert to the old UI (although who knows if they'll do it now). And the dashboard unfucker has worked beautifully enough for me to where I genuinely couldn't tell if they had ended the experiment or not.
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Listen, you should never film strangers in public without their consent, but I swear there need to be fines or something for people who do that shit in some spaces. For example: I had to go to the ER last night, and some jerk filmed a woman who just came in and was clearly having an asthma attack. She immediately got to go back, and he was unhappy about that. Believe me, I get that it sucks having to wait when you're in pain, but you don't get to pick who deserves care when. The medical system in the US is a nightmare, and the ER could be the worst moment of someone's life. No one deserves to be recorded because some jack ass believes someone doesn't look like they need care.
This is fine to reblog. People who film strangers should be shamed if nothing else.
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