i write shitty poems and when im stoned a little bug inside me posts them
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I wish I was a muppet so I could flail uncontrollably with no consequences. And for the scrunch
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my phone is getting fixed todayyyyyy or perhaps tmr and I'm so excited cause than I can show pictures of my costume
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I MADE THE DRESS the design changed significantly from being a tiered maxi dress to a tight slip dress with a vneck/halter top situation it is a lot shorter cause I made it with scrap from an old project. this dress is entirely handsewn cause my sewing machine is broken once more (I need to buy sewing machine oil)
AND I CANT EVEN SHOW ANY PICTURES CAUSE MY PHONE IS BROKEN
this may be my best project yet
AHHHHH i wish my phone wasnt broken so i could show pictures of this but I made hooved high heels for my Halloween costume and they look so good and are probably ab to become a staple in my wardrobe
#costume maker#halloween#halloween costumes#deer costume#deer creature#deer cryptid#sewing#hand sewing#costuming#costume design
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this is the plan i already made the mask shoes and organs
AHHHHH i wish my phone wasnt broken so i could show pictures of this but I made hooved high heels for my Halloween costume and they look so good and are probably ab to become a staple in my wardrobe
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AHHHHH i wish my phone wasnt broken so i could show pictures of this but I made hooved high heels for my Halloween costume and they look so good and are probably ab to become a staple in my wardrobe
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Update/ ‼️
I am your friend Reemy 💕 from the besieged northern Gaza Strip.
Since October 7, 2023 until today, we have not tasted sleep because we are not in our homes, we have not smelled the smell of food because we are in famine but the Israeli siege on us and the prevention of food supplies from entering us, and we have not known the feeling of cleanliness and showering because of the high prices of cleaning materials due to their scarcity and unavailability as a year and more has passed since this genocide.
Today, my friends, I repeat my request for help from you, the people of conscience and humanity, because after God, we have no one but you who feels our suffering as Palestinians. Therefore, support my link by donating, sharing, and reposting 🙏 because the donations through my link are very weak, because through your donations 🫰we buy a few of our necessary supplies to stay alive ❤️🩹Please, not an order
The campaign link is below ⬇️
And remember, with your help and support, you are saving a Gazan family and keeping them alive 🙏💛
And thank you very much for your support 🔗🫰
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my mythology pet peeve is when someone describes a scenario in which they keep nearly getting something and then having it snatched away, and everyone's like "one must imagine sisyphus" no!!! one must imagine TANTALUS!!! sisyphus = being made to perform a pointless, aggravating task over and over without ever making any progress. tantalus = being offered a glorious reward only for it to vanish as soon as you reach for it. they are NOT the same
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i stood at the crossroads the sky dripping ink and splattered with stars
the moon stares down at me whispering warnings I'm not ready to hear
a weasel stands in the center of the roads its voice is impossibly deep
he tells me the choice i make now will change my life forever
I do not know what he means and he will refuse to explain
he disappears into the tall grass i don't see him leave I just hear the rustling of the grass in the dark
I stay standing at the crossroads unsure of which way to go
I wonder if this is what the weasel meant
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not happy with this one (missing smth)
I feel the ocean calling, its voice whispers enticingly
the graveyard of bones just below the surface where I can't see
the vastness calls me and begs me to be lost in it but I keep my feet firmly planted on the shore
the waves lapping at the rocks beckon me forward and tell me I can disappear into them forever I force myself to not believe it and stay on dry land
I know the oceans call is malicious and it will leave me to drown but I want to disappear under the water to become something larger to live connected to be undone in the place you were made
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i just turned a blanket into a house coat and I feel so cool
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look at its face its finding joy in fixing its self its finding pleasure in healing its self and that makes me so happy

By @eniidraws
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do you ever wonder if Aphrodite wanted to return to being seafoam
do you think she tried to throw herself back into the waves and whispered silent prayers even though she didn't know who to pray to
do you think she spent eons searching for her purpose wandering an uncaring earth and staring back into the sea and wondering why she was taken from her nothingness.
do you think at night she climbed back into her seashell legs tucked to her chest tears of pearls streaming down rosy cheeks wishing to go back to being nothing
do you think Aphrodite felt the same yearning to go back to before?
or is that pain distinctly human
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i am not entirely sure what im allowed to add when I reblog posts, are there rules or anything I should be following? am I just supposed to add tags, can I relate with one of my own stories on the same topic?? am I supposed to ask before I repost, I don't know what I'm doing.
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Demonic possession as an allegory for chronic illness
something attached to your soul feeding off of your energy and your body, making you sick and weak. forcing you to learn to navigate and find a new normal. something sick taking over your body making you someone completely unrecognizable. something taking away your independence hanging over you for the rest of your life. the people around you will move on to quickly and get fed up with the changes to who you used to be but how can you live like this and not change not greive who you used to be or they will treat you as fragile as something that will break if touched wrong they will never again trust you can be on your own. (I do not believe my illness is evil but it really feels like it is somedays)
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