friendly reminder for the new twitter refugees:
change your icon/pfp and put something coherent in your blog description or you're going to get blocked bcs people think you're a bot
this site is built around reblogs, so please actually reblog posts(especially art and fics!!)
you can set your likes and follows to private
checkmarks here are a meme and mean nothing
follower counts are private and we like it that way, so get used to not judging people by that metric
drama and discourse is boring, use your blacklist and block button liberally
DON'T CENSOR YOURSELF!! we can swear and say kill and make fun of corporations all we want, and if you tiktok-ify your tags people who have things blacklisted for whatever reason will still see them, and people who want to see that content won't be able to find it!! spell words out normally, you won't get in trouble!!
tumblr live is sketchy as hell and full of fake accounts, if you decide to use it anyway may god have mercy on your soul o7
be nice to the reddit refugees, they're our friends <3
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Twitter is so fucked lol, for the best
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We are all a clown
Chomping at what we can eat
I will take it all
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Wrote a whole stream of consciousness piece and didn't get posted and was deleted. Fantastic.
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An Awkward Silence (Reading the Room)
One of the worst feelings-
in the world.
Is when people you have hurt,
but you try to make amends.
But-
I understand.
They are not obligated to forgive you.
But it hurts when you do spend time-
and there is that obvious awkward silence.
That everyone feels uncomfortable of your presence.
It makes me sad.
A bit mad
but
I understand I messed up.
I regret.
I maybe-
likely.
Don't deserve it.
But-
I wish at times people could forgive.
Because when I try.
Met with nothing.
Asking my self why?
I thought I had a chance.
Left out l sigh.
What else can I do?
In the end-
People don't need to forgive you.
Nor-
Give you a resolution of-
"We don't want you here"
They don't have the courage.
I mean I likely don't either.
But you pick up on it.
Messages fading
Invites fleeting.
Conversation dying.
I guess-
At least I can read the room.
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