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Man what the fuck I had a dream that felt like I was watching a show about a guy gently informing me about bees, specifically his little bee buddies that were starting to grow a hive outside his window and it was so relaxing.

It was like Bob Ross but bees. And then my alarm woke me up and I tried to go back to sleep to finish my show but I can't now 💔💔💔 I miss the bee man......

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Not exactly say gex, but close enough. Eat up, Tumblr.

I want to draw something say gex.... Strong urge..... But..... Should it be OCs or fandom...... Hm..... Tough choice..............

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I want to draw something say gex.... Strong urge..... But..... Should it be OCs or fandom...... Hm..... Tough choice..............

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so late to the trend but here's qifrey🧙‍♂️

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God I haven't been on Tumblr in forever anyways hey guys how's it going um. Cries bc I need more online friends cuz my irl friends are always too busy to regularly talk to me.

Hate going days on end without talking. Like ik they're just busy but I be feeling unloved n shit bro. Been feeling like ass lately.

So um. WHO WANTS TO BE MY FRIEND :~D

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Didn't know what I was gonna get but DAMN I'm not upset with this result

@wolf-1-xex me when I don't have many tumblr friends anymore 💔

Let's all be in a TV show!!!

> Do this quiz

> do this picrew (Based on urself + quiz answers)

> tag ppl

> profit.

Tags (/nf ofc):

@mxlilly @circus-of-horror @yourleastfavoriteguyinthechair @microsoupmouse @the-firefly-jar-system @punkrockinchair @theplushiesystem @coded-pup @florasolarsystem + ANYONE else who wants to join

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Here's ur crumb Tumblr

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Lol im boutta draw her again tbh

Aha it's fun drawing her again :)

This is my old Sonic OC, Amethyst, nearly exactly how I used to draw her. I say nearly because I referenced a very old and smudgy drawing since it was the only one I had

Yes she is a hedgehog with bat wings, three fox tails, and her outfit was basically ripped off from Blaze the cat

Yes Sonic, Shadow, and Silver were thirsting and simping over her and yes her best friends were the characters many people forget, Espio, Vector, and Charmy (she did become friends with Mighty and Ray, but I didn't stick with that because I didn't really know a bunch about them)

Yes she was a long lost princess of a kingdom long forgetten and after she was found by Eggman, he did some fucked up and evil science shits and sent her to defeat Sonic

Yes she was immediately reformed for the better by them and that was my awakening for my love of the Found Family trope

Yes there was an arc in her story where she turned back to her evil ways but after she was saved by The Power Of Friendship™ she became a permanent good guy

Yes I made full comics of her attending high school with Sonic and Friends

So this is Amethyst :)

Boutta make her better tomorrow (and also color this drawing)

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This is really funny to me for some reason 💀

"we don't have to do romance" bro gave up (I was sleeping and didn't respond)

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Uhm,, I just had a really bad dream and I can't go back to sleep,,,,

In my dream, I was with my mom and my littlest brother when I noticed what I first thought was a shooting star, but somehow quickly realized it was actually a star falling onto Earth's surface.

I knew it was bad and my mom knew it was bad and we cried and said our goodbyes as the Star began to swallow the earth in a sort of super slow-mo explosion.

I started running and climbing up and up to get away from it, fighting for my life, and two of my friends were making a game of it above me to see who could get higher.

Eventually, I couldn't go up anymore and had to accept my fate. One of my other friends called my phone and said "I hope this isn't painful and that I see you tomorrow at school again like nothing happened."

And then I cried and jumped into the ever growing supernova

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I'm still crying now and I don't know how to stop. I know it isn't real, so why am I babbling like a fucking baby? God, I hate this

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Pantophobia

A poem by me

I am scared

Scared of what?

Scared of everything.

Or at least most things.

I'm scared of the ocean

What if I'm pulled out to sea and I drown?

I'm scared of bugs

What if one bites me and transmits a deadly disease

I'm scared of eating

What if I choke and there's no one around to save me

I'm scared of cars

It's so much metal going so fast and I am so breakable

I'm scared of lightning

What if I'm stricken down by Zeus

I'm scared of dying

What if God is real and I'm sent to Hell?

I'm scared of my mom

She may never kill me, but she worries me so

I'm scared of being a burden

My friends are unserious, I fear rejection for venting

I'm scared of sitting near a window

What if a sniper kills me from the next building

I'm scared of walking alone

I am short and born a girl, you connect the dots

I'm scared of so many things

I don't know how to stop being scared

I am paralyzed

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Daddy Issues

A poem by me

I will never have my father there for my first day of kindergarten

I will never have my father there for my first heartbreak

I will never have my father there for my first prom

I will never have my father there for my high school graduation

And if I do, if I find that someone

My father will not walk me down the aisle

I might just walk down it alone

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Guys I have an Alt account for GAY GAY GAY STUFF AND ROLEPLAY also horny stuff, don't go over there if ur underage but also I can't stop you but also I can not be held responsible for any spicy content you see over there because this is y'all's official warning.

It's @official-gay-roleplay

I have like nothing on there yet but an invitation to roleplay. SOMEONE PLS RP WITH ME (it'd be great if we could go on discord too)

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Tag

A poem by me

I used to be 9

In a poor little neighborhood

I hung out with other poor little kids like me

I was a girl who only befriended boys

Cuz I didn't like makeup and skirts

We used to play lots of games

Board games, sports games

Games on the one computer at the Boys & Girls club

But the best of all, we played a childhood classic:

Tag, a game fit for kings.

I would run so fast, I thought I was faster than cars

And then I would fall, and they'd help me up

They'd say nice things and wipe my tears away

And take me to my mommy to get a bandage

For something as little as a scraped knee

I did the same for them, of course

They were my friends and friends help each other

I guess at one point, they decided it was embarrassing

Embarrassing to be helped by a little girl like me

And I stopped

My mom met a man and worked hard

We were able to move out of that poor little neighborhood

I said my goodbyes

I'm all grown up now

Barely grew an inch, though

Sometimes I see those boys walking around

They're all grown up now too

Now they're saying those big kid words

Curses and slurs and being mean

They've grown to hate anyone and everyone not like them

What happened?

What happened to those sweet little boys?

What happened to the kind words and bandages?

Don't they remember?

We used to play tag.

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Straightforward.

A poem by me

I was taught poems are meant to be elegant.

Flowing like water, a symphony of words.

Expertly crafted, this is what poems are meant to be.

What a bunch of bullshit.

I am a poet, free form.

I love space and trees and water.

I love Dr. Pepper and cheesecake and taffy.

I love laying on my floor with my ac on blast on a hot summer night.

I am a poet and my mother is a Christian.

My father gave me a gold necklace to make amends

But I think I just want to sell it.

I love dyed hair and chipped nails.

I am a poet and I'm an asshole.

I ghosted some of my dearest friends.

All because I made new ones, cooler ones.

They didn't deserve it, I owe them an explanation.

I am a poet and my siblings all have different fathers.

My mother is no whore, but she's bad at choosing men.

I'm sure her life would be better if we were never born.

That was her decision, though.

I am a poet and I'm scared of everything.

I'm scared of the ocean and of bugs.

I'm scared of growing old and dying.

But at the same time, I hope I die of old age.

I am a poet and I am hideous.

I am acne-scarred and chubby in all the wrong places.

I have stretch marks and hair all over.

I don't like root beer.

I am a poet and I am angry.

I hate the government and I hate people.

I hate religious manipulation and I hate people.

I hate discrimination and I hate people.

I am a poet. I do not have a way with words.

The only structure I have are my four lines each stanza.

But that's because my undiagnosed ADHD or whatever I have won't let me write it any other way.

I was here. I am here.

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mutuals do this