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[sourpunk08]

He was pretty,  

Etched with fading incisions,  

The shiniest among the lost toys;

But I watched him perish,

My little glass boy.

[little-ghostgirl-31]

guess who fell for this trap!...

[ladyinthebluebox]

was checking new buttons and upon looking up... unexpected harding's perspective™

[blue-cat-ether]

No, because I was sure I started writing seriously like last year. Like yeah I did have like 10 journals+C@lor1e tracker with my bleding heart written but everyone had them right?

Then today I was in a closet cleanup AND DAMN, I found my first writings from when I was like 5, and those are literal "Diss-Poetry" for my parents like DAMN. No wonder my parents were concerned when i showed them ,and I thought I was misunderstood this whole time XDXD

I even wrote shit like, "I wrote these in my emo phase, don't open, i've changed" LIERALY DURING MY EMO PHASE TTTTT

[graciedollie]

ik this song is kinda buns but i lowkey fw it now ever since it randomly played on the blonded channel while i was playing gtav again😭💔 (god i’m getting old).

LIKE THE BEAT??? HELLO???

[crown-prince-zuko]

Remembering that time my classmate saw my glasses and said "Oh my god you're so Jeffrey-dahmer core." and I felt like I transcended timelines.

[juneaupaws]

tried to play with some symmetry and have now decided i don't like symmetry stuff very much lol

hell, the hair isnt even symmetrical and i still dont wanna do that again lmao

[fyrerainy]

Hmm, I haven't advertised here yet... ok then! Here's my shitty little channel! I'd love to see you! -\_(:D)_/-

[sourpunk08]

Favored was the one, who received apricity,

Star-crossed was I, condemned to opacity,

Tragedy was Eponine, Marius' lover,

So was I, midnight to hover.

[sourpunk08]

What color do you bleed when you lose everything you ever loved and wanted?— You tend to bleed colorless when the hues and the tints of yourself faint from your own skin.

[trademarkstraggler]

Thank fucking god this man cancelled before I finished getting dressed

[m-p-lebrush]

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[prayerith]

venting under the cut (cw therapy, mental health, medication)

been feeling off the past couple weeks. more anxious and depressed than i have been in a while. tried a new therapist last friday. felt like i did a horrible job explaining my symptoms and what i wanted out of therapy and stuff. we didn’t even talk about anything emotional and i immediately got teary and couldn’t talk through the lump in my throat. got another appointment with her friday after next.

got a psychiatrist appointment tomorrow that i forgot about. guess i’ll talk about how i’m feeling then too. see if we need any medication changes. hope not cause i feel like if i take a higher dose of any of my medication i’ll explode

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

love rediscovering things i thought i "outgrew." amazing how much mental energy i wasted being ashamed of interests that are actually the gold-bearing veins of my bedrock psyche? which i will be mining for profit and pleasure for decades to come? say it with me: reuse recycle reobsess

[sprunkiyay]

Man-eating plant and a dungeon Lord

[raspberrytwist]

i’ll be like “i’m planning something 🤭” and then i don’t do it for weeks 🤦 fireflies profiles this week MAYBE. perhaps. it’s a possibility.

since this whole idea stemmed from a robert frost poem i kind of think it would be interesting to base each of the members’ stories around one of his poems as well? for example, “acquainted with the night” and its theme of urban isolation, finding little to comfort oneself in the big city etc is sort of what i’m picturing for minseo

I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain—and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. ⠀ I have looked down the saddest city lane. I have passed by the watchman on his beat And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain. ⠀ I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet When far away an interrupted cry Came over houses from another street, ⠀ But not to call me back or say good-bye; And further still at an unearthly height, One luminary clock against the sky ⠀ Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right. I have been one acquainted with the night.

ACQUAINTED WITH THE NIGHT, ROBERT FROST

i just think it paints a really interesting picture and i could probably draw from it to create a backstory