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cattimeswithjellie · 3 months
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Rest in peace Jellie, sweetest and grumpiest of cats, namer of this blog, and a little bit of joy in all our lives. Seventeen years is a long life for a cat, but no span of years is ever long enough for a friend. I know the hearts of everybody in the fandom is with Scar and his family today, and we will remember her in every Minecraft world where she lives on.
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hollow--graphic · 1 year
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A veces siento que soy todo lo opuesto a lo que buscas en alguien.
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chaosmagicwanda · 9 months
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No matter how good you could be to somebody, no matter how much you love them, they can and will turn their backs on you.
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mellblogss · 2 months
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I would take you back in a heartbeat.
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nostalgicpluto · 2 years
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kaz calling jesper jordie hits different when you realize jordie died because of his recklessness with money and that’s also why kaz is so critical of jespers gambling addiction
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yourmorality · 2 months
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Fight for yor dreams!
... I will
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bones-of-a-rabbit · 3 months
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Readerbot’s Alternate Ending: crushed beneath rubble as the PizzaPlex is burned, they have a sort of dying dream before going offline for the last time
(Dialogue is from BMO’s ‘death’ scene, it’s rlly sad for absolutely no reason and I think abt it a lot)
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emsterrxo · 1 year
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I can feel it coming, the emptiness taking over, that void demanding it’s due.
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minwritings · 9 months
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every year on my birthday
i rip open pieces of my body
as a desperate attempt
to search for the good in me
as always,
i am greeted with inutile
streams of my blood
and fragments of my flesh
nothing more
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whereserpentswalk · 6 months
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God. Imagine being undead. You've gotten a second chance at life, and you're highly thankful to whoever brought you back. But at the same time you've lost so much.
People are afraid of you. Even people who know you who talked about how undead don't deserve to be treated badly are still always a bit awkward with you. They don't want to be physically affectionate the same way with you, they're less likely to trust being alone with you, it's like they're still worried you might attack them. Those freinds who do care, who are just glad to have you back, are more likely to act like you constantly need help and reassurance, even when you just want to exist. Only a handful of your closest freinds still feel like freinds.
Your family is even worse. They still held a funeral for you. Still mourn you. Even when you're right there. At worst they treat you like a further insult, at best they treat you like a stranger.
You spend time trying to look human. Stay in at night despite sleep not being possible. You wear a lot of makeup just to look like a person, because even though you aren't actively rotting you certainly don't look like a living person. When your freinds eat you order something too, and you can't even eat it, you just look at it, wishing you could.
Your politics change, you realize police and security guards aren't here to protect you anymore, they're here to protect from things like you. Society assumes you're dangerous at worst, and an emotionless drone at best. And you have to prove to them that you aren't.
Most of your new freinds now are people who are either not human or have a lot of experience with nonhuamans. Because other people don't really have the willingness to just treat you like a person. Dating is out of the prospect, because every undead who might want to date you sees you as so young for being freshly raised, and every human you meet is probably a chaser.
So many people treat you being this way as a form of selfishness. When you never asked for this. You're so cold now, and so few people still will embrace you with warmth.
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vampireink · 8 months
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I will have a home one day. It will be warm, and it will be safe. It will have large windows so that it never feels like a prison. It will have comfort and light and colours, and there will be joy echoing off of each of the walls. There will be no shouting in my home. There will be no violence, no harsh words, no abuse ... it will be safe, and it will be my home.
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hallolmadiyunus · 8 days
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Korkulardır zayıflığım, çok dumandan bayıklığım.
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hollow--graphic · 1 year
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A quien tengo que rezarle para que las cosas vayan bien contigo?
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chaosmagicwanda · 9 months
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“Sometimes self-love shows up as the willingness to release people who have no interest in learning how to love you. You deserve to be handled with care.”
- Michell C. Clark
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exhaustedeyess · 9 months
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🎬 American Beauty (1999)
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cantsalvagethis · 3 months
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Sleep well Jellie. You were a wonder. A queen worthy of the title. I haven't been around here all that long, but I know you brought so much happiness into everyones lives.
You will be loved forever. In the minecraft worlds of kids who don't know you yet and in the hearts of everyone who already does.
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