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??? I just saw someone describe the moment of Kris replacing Berdly’s heated water bottle (in showgrave) as Krerdly… …what? Fellas, is it romantic to be puppeteered into giving the slightest comfort to the person you were puppeteered into puppeteering your childhood bestfriend into almost killing? Good lord. I understand like, difference of interpretation, and that it’s okay to view scenes different ways, but how does anyone look at this situation and say, “ah yes, prime shipping moment”???

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By fucking talos this can’t be happening. /s (woke up at 14:00, an hour before my shift ENDS.)

Haha lolz 4:20

But uhoh. Have to leave for work 9:30.

Do i sleep? Do I give in, and pull an all nighter? But uhoh! Work will fucking suck!! And forget about doing homework afterwards. But if i got to sleep, I won’t wake up for work. And that would be baaad.

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Haha lolz 4:20

But uhoh. Have to leave for work 9:30.

Do i sleep? Do I give in, and pull an all nighter? But uhoh! Work will fucking suck!! And forget about doing homework afterwards. But if i got to sleep, I won’t wake up for work. And that would be baaad.

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ICE is detaining anyone who looks brown apparently. This is horrifying.

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Lyra, my beloved cat of 13 years, passed away this year on Father's Day. She's been by my side through very difficult times and was my little rock of steady and unrelenting love. I struggled a lot drawing this, and struggled a lot posting it, but I know I would've wanted to read a comic like this that validated my grief for her when I lost her.

Wherever you are, Lyra my little summer star, I love you always! Thank you for being the best thing in my life.

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Dichotomy of my brain:

No, I will not do any of the numerous tasks that you need and want done, including asking your teacher for your final grade and playing video games.

Why yes of COURSE we can spend 4 hours and counting uninterrupted converting a skirt into pants by sewing, a skill you have not used nor had any interest in using for the past decade!

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You ever be in a mood

Where

You are reading fanfiction, as you are wont to do. (All the time)

And you feel

Unsettled?

Unfulfilled?

Like you Need to be doing Something

But also

Literally nothing sounds good

Except reading this fanfiction, which is, again, unfulfilling. More instinct—perpetual motion—than any conscious decision.

And you have stuff to do. You have a final tomorrow, which you’re *good* for, but like. You still need to fucking study, man.

But no, you’d rather peel your skin off inch by inch.

Which is! Incidentally! What you feel like right now anyway!! When you’re NOT doing anything ‘fulfilling’!

Gods. I hate this. I realized yesterday that true ‘peace’ is something I’m unfamiliar with. I was imagining a character last night, and I felt a twinge of what that would be like. And it made me realize, yeah, no, I don’t feel like this, on my own. Only vicariously, through characters. And ain’t that just sad? I’m sad about it, at least.

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you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out

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Had a dream last night. I tipped over a box I and my cat (we’ll call her Tiki) were in when I was getting out, but out ran not only Tiki, but Tiki’s sister who died almost a year ago, who we’ll call Taka; and the cat who helped raise them as kittens who we’ll call Moomoo (she looked like a cow lol).

I immediately figured out that it was a dream, and I gasped a grief-filled little gasp, then walked over to Taka. I got to pet for the first time in almost a year. She was so soft, and I almost started crying.

But as all creatures do, she had to leave. We were now in my living room, so she walked across the carpet and then turned behind the couch where I couldn’t see her. I knew this meant my visit was over. A little past where she had turned, was sitting Tiki. She was looking over at me where I had been petting Taka as if she knew what had happened. She seemed so sad. I can’t remember if I said anything, probably “Oh Tiki…” if anything, but I went over and starting comforting her, petting her. Her fur was so soft at first, but then it turned…old, if that makes sense; not as soft, and…more rough? This just made me even sadder; I had seen this dream as some kind of spiritual thing, where I got to see Moomoo and give Taka pets from beyond the grave, so this just made me think that Tiki was gonna pass soon.

And then I woke up. Bawled like a baby, obviously.

I’m choosing to believe that I actually got to pet Taka’s spirit even tho I don’t really believe in spirits lol, but that my ‘vision’ of Tiki’s near demise was just my anxieties.

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You ever just. Get into Tumblr to do something specific, get distracted for like 2 minutes by other posts, and then completely forget what you wanted to do? And then it doesn’t feel right to just leave it and go to bed

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If this post gets 80085 notes I will finally stop boymoding in public

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If this post gets 80085 notes I will finally stop boymoding in public

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If this post gets 80085 notes I will finally stop boymoding in public

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Last Week Tonight With John Oliver, 11x14

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Me: Ugh god I’m not handling this well at all. I go to work every day and I can’t do this anymore. Since I’m in college, I can just ‘quit’ and give myself summer break, but what am I supposed to do once I graduate? I’m hoping that liking what I do will help, but from what I can tell I just hate work. Even during the school year when I was just working half days on Friday and weekends, I was still barely forcing myself to go. I never have energy to do things outside of work. Where on the internet can I post about this and ask for advice?

The realization: that is literally just therapy. You want therapy.

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