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04/03/24

My Mother is an Angel who has saved me from so much pain, while holding a blade to my throat, as if to say "I have protected you from the world, what is this small penance?"

#poetry #casey speaks

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I love the characterization of Lae'zel as a deliberate, reasonable person who through no fault of her own is wrong about almost everything

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vampirism poses the question "what if there was a fundamental, horrible, unending well of want in your soul that, if truly satisfied, would lead to great pain for all those you hold closest and, in turn, their absolute and total revilement of you?" and naturally as a person with no problems I don't relate to this in any way at all.

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There is no Tumblr alternative tbh. I love you all but I'm never gonna remember to post on 3,000 discord groups, I'm not gonna make a Postr or Dingus or whatever account. We all go down together

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the steven meme but with your comfort characters

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tumblr every april fools

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is that simple task bothering you queen

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I CAST BOOP AT 9TH LEVEL

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you could think better with a hole in your head

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hey everyone its april fools. but dont worry i dont have anything planned. just going to sit here and...

I LIED !!!! GET PRANKED

POST BELOW ME GET FUCKING WET

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How it feels waking up when you were in bed before April 1st hit.

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I want a massive three-headed puppy too.

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03/03/2024

You don't feel nostalgia?

Oh? The past isn't a ghost in your lungs? The person you where doesn't haunt your heart? You don't look at the child you were as someone you had to kill and consume in some divine right of passage to grow and move on? You don't think of your childhood best friend who loved a version of yourself who is long dead and buried, and wonder if they mourn those kids the way you do? You don't enter your childhood bedroom and feel the vespers of the past catch in your throat as you breathe in. You don't carry the passage of time as a rock in your stomache?

Well, I do, I wonder.

Do the monkey bars of the park I used to run through remember the feel of my callouses the way I do? Is the paint still chipped the way I remember? Or has the city dug it all up and built something new the same way I did when I left it.

Is there anything left of me in this place? Other than a memory?

#i wrote this at 2am wine drunk and emotional #nostalgia #casey speaks #poetry

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I wish lesbians were as easy to find in real life as they are on tumblr