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If you’re european and can vote please sign!

In any case, share as much as you can

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I stroll through peoples blogs all the time, forgetting slowly its one person and not different people

so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch

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Plushie too chaotic to die, puts self back on the shelf

I wonder when they are going to put you down

they tried but then I decided to put myself back up

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In times of comfort, crisis is often sought, in times of crisis, one seeks comfort.

where’s that post about how dangerous it is that people are forgetting fiction is sometimes meant to be uncomfortable and upsetting and sad. i need to pull it up again with regard to survival games specifically because people will really walk into a story where they know in advance “people are going to die and it’s going to feel awful because they won’t always deserve it” and then get mad when people die even if they don’t deserve it and call it bad writing 

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Two screws had already fallen off the hinges of the door. A plank of wood and the lock, being the only things keeping the beast hunting you outside. It didn't matter, the beast had already gotten you, sliced into your side. You touch the wound with your hand has you feel the wet warm liquid spill out. Your legs are going numb, as you sit up the cold concrete wall. It'll get in here, in a minute, maybe two.

Ash must have failed too.. You had split up, you took the more physical beast. Axe wielding monster, spiky tendril like hair, Ink black skin and glowing white eyes. They took the emotional one, said to look like a beast in mourning, a sad and pitiful creature.. You played to your strengths, and yet you lay with a gouge in your side and a feeling of deep guilt. A feeling like you have to apologize to someone, like you owe them it.

You hear a cry in the distance, deep and sorrowful, but faint, drowned out in the banging of the beast outside your door. You hear it in between bashes. this cry, it feels you with guilt, it echoes in your head, but it's so far away, so distant. You can't help them, feels like looking at a friend crying, a lover crying, knowing you can't help them, because you caused this. Because it's your fault. Because you should apologize..

But you can't, they're too far away.

The lights begin to fade. Fire darken and lamps flicker out. Rooms fill with a black misty smoke. As your room grows dark, the cry comes louder, it begins to drown out the banging on the door.. It's still there of course, hard and constant you see the door bulge for every hit, giving way and breaking a bit more every kick.

The light fades, until you see only darkness.

Darkness, and two bloodshot eyes, filling with tears. The mournful houl of the beast infront of you sounds more like the cry of your friend... They look at you, tears falling from their face. Eyes red with deep sorrow and pain and hatred.

You should apologize to them, for doing this to them... But you can't, you can't talk with them.. They are a beast now. And as they rip into your flesh it cries for the friendship you once had. you lie motionless on the ground, and you do cry just the same

The only time I wanted to do a dream journal, i have a nightmare

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To live is to experience, to experience is to live. No matter your experience it is just as important as anyone else.

I live to live, though depression knocks at the door I have goals that i want to reach.

Have you read the poem of the rats? Smth smth "We live to love, and we love to live". Its not easy, i know, but it helps me to remember; all of my issues, my problems and my causes for depression and pause, are caused by issues of state, capitalism and the ignorance of the public.

I'm very sorry to ask something like this, I've really been struggling with this question, and I wanted to ask the combined wisdom of the people on this site

I would like to know why you keep going, and what drives you to keep living. I know there are a lot of reasons to stay alive and enjoy life, I can think of a few that personally resonate with me, but I really want to know what your reasons are

You do not have to comment on this if that's too big of an ask, and I'm very sorry for asking something like this, I really need someone's help, I feel like I don't have much purpose

Also if I may ask, please don't post any suicidal ideation in the comments of this post, I really can't handle something like that right now

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This looks so incredibly cool. How did you make this??

archives and the desire to draw with ink came into my life at the same time

so it is what it is (i have no idea what im doing)

btw in the last picture jon is indignant that martin refuses to gouge out his eyes for the sake of dismissal

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Sum techno sketches

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I think you should start stealing more groceries

I think groceries should cost less

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Rest is lost to me today, i accepted that at 10 years of age, when the muscle relax Cream made me hurt more than my leg already did.

Quiet is lost to me today, i accepted that at 14years of age. When the ringing in my ear didnt stop as i went to bed.

My eyesight is loosing its quality, i accepted that last year, when after being awake for 24 hours i started seeing Double, and the next time, when it only took 23 hours, then only 22, then 21, 20...

Sleep is lost to me today. I accepted that at 4 in the morning.

When i still was not asleep, and my phone started being on more than off,

when my leg still hurt from the day I was 5,

when the ringing in my ear still pierced my head like a needle through my brain,

when my eyes could barely see the screen on my phone, lot out of being tired, no,

no grains of the sandman filled my eyes tonight, but the light of a screen too bright, for too long, years too long.

Sleep is lost to me, lers try again tomorrow night

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rabbits know and resent their place on the food chain

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This guy could stab me and he would not have done anything wrong. He is just a little guy and i will baby him forever

Talking to Astarion after meeting Sebastian

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The water at the edge of country roads have frozen deep.

Its that time of year, snow is not yet here, not quite time for cheer

Its that time of year, life is starting to slow, and frost is starting to show.

My knees ache and stomach turn. Its that time of year. Where birds flock in the cold winter wind, where colourful morning light becomes the winter blind.

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Mood, every damn time i have to make a phone call

I'm not going to lie to you the terrors of this world really do fuck me up sometimes

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We always waiting till halloween

IVE BEEN WAITING ALL YEAR TO POST THIS YOU DONT EVEN KNOW