mcbeetlebeeb

[mcbeetlebeeb]

yknow im afriad its been a while sense I've interacted with something out of boredom and then fell into a hole i cannot and...kinda dont wanna leave.....this place is..kinda neat..I like the rocks down here even though THEY POKE ME, OH GOD THEY ARE POKING ME AND IT HURTS but heyy...this rock looks pretty and OW but also awwhh so very cu- AAAAARHRHHH

[mcbeetlebeeb]

gabba gabba goo, i curse you

yes those ones, not them, but those.

hm..it is two though?? actually only one but uh..song!! for it, if you want. d=(^o^)=b

(🩹🐦‍⬛)

Cold autumn afternoon winds briskly blew through long black hair. Tired hazel eyes traced the landscape down below: cars passing by, people walking. The sound of the city sifts through the wind as it nips coldly at reddened ears and skin, chilled softly. Feathers peel from this one's back occasionally, flitting through the wind. Something lurches in this one, but he can't ever place it; not once in these past years has he been able to recall much of anything.

But a location: it's foggy, aimless almost. But as he sits up, it's like the aftertaste one gets after they vomit; it lingers, burns, and makes one wince. Yet his eyes roll over the horizon, his body guides him, a wistful spirit kissing his spine, urging him to go, go there. He doesn't know where that 'there' is, nor what it is, or what waits there, but he goes anyway. Wings spread out as he simply rolls off the railing; ravens never forget a face, remarkable memory. I suppose this must be the fault of man, this grey area; surely he'll find a color.

Wind wisps past tanned brown skin; this hair has gotten longer yet holds none of the memories it grew with. This lingering kiss between his shoulder blades drags him along the wind, trailing him away. There is no real recollection of where this feeling leads him, but something urges him to go, almost there, waiting, waiting? He breathes in the crisp, cool air, and it faintly stings as it rests in his lungs. Whatever it is that brings him, it is to a dumping site, one not open to the public. Something tethers this man down to a shipping container, cold, with fading paint below his shoes. He doesn't move or look around to see if anyone has spotted him; instead, he sits. The chill metal bites at him through his pants, and it smells like trash, various dumped chemicals and fumes. It only makes him crinkle his nose. He brushes his hand against the metal, tempted to knock a rhythm that rattles in his closed fist. A dumping site—what on earth is here for him? No, no, it's not what's here for him; something gnaws.

Whispering, Go in, look, look at him. At what? Who? Why are we in this dumping site? That question feels familiar: 'Why in this dumping site?' He follows the question, shifting down, wings puffing up to soften his landing despite it only being a couple of feet from the ground, his hands grazing against the flaking paint. Who knows what chemicals are in this paint alone? An oversea shipping container, out at sea, with sea salt washing against it; now here, surely something harsh remains in this paint, in the container. He ruffles the feathers on his back, holding the handle of the container door. Sharp flakes of paint penetrate his palms but crumble to dust as he opens the container, letting his eyes adjust and blinking. Nothing is here, nothing at all. Not anymore? Despite nothing being in this metal box, it feels emptier than ever. What a strange thought; was it not empty before?

He feels himself grimace as he finds himself asking such confusing questions to himself, eyes closing like he can still see a light, only one, a dim, open bulb, but yet it remains so cold, like dust in the wind; no voice comes up; is he chasing ghosts? A deep part hopes not, a part he can't seem to pinpoint nowadays. He finds himself vaguely disgruntled; if only it could smack him upside the head, God knows he needs it, but nothing other than softest whistle of the wind outside the container. This place feels so irrevocably lonely, but he wishes it was anything but that, and he finds himself shaking his head, further discombobulated with his thoughts. Why on earth would you think that about a shipping container in the middle of an illegal dumping ground?? Who would even come around here? Not the seabirds, not even a single field mouse, so why him? Why is he here?

He only feels the saddened ache of a kid; it's distasteful to say the least. Congrats, big man. You're in a dump, lingering on a light that's not even in here anymore. What was here anyway? Surely not just your fleeting mind driving you to the dump. He leans into the wall, laying his head against it; he had to have been here before, right? Or has this hesitance always been? He feels himself missing something, someone, but trying to put a name to it is always on the tip of his tongue; it never clicks right. This swirling of different emotions makes him do what he usually does, pull away stubbornly; he shifts away; he can no longer breathe in what he can only guess is the odorless lead paint on the outside seeping in; he walks away and out of the container, closing it, its dark in there now; he doesn't want to leave, but whatever he thought was still here clearly already did, and it makes him… relieved? …worried?

He just furrows his brow at the door he shut, cursing his fickle thoughts. He feels like if whatever isn't here was, it'd tell him to shut up Bird brain, you're thinking too hard about this, and he'd agree, but no one is here, no one but him, and he has to be okay with that; he made it that way, so he needs to be okay with it, has to. He flutters those big wings out, using the side of the container as leverage to pull him up. As he lingers in the air, he looks down at the container; he can't tell if he's closer to understanding or even further away than before. It's unclear, but he'll keep picturing that light until he can put a face next to it. That's if it ever does come back to him.

(haha sundowning dementia(amnesia) patient bird man looking for something that's not there!)

[mcbeetlebeeb]

anyone else's brain after playing no more than a days worth of disco elysium, adapted the narrators voice into my own consciousness and make everyday commentary with my brain but instead of it sounding like me talking to me in my head, it's that narrators voice?? no??? just me? alright.

[mcbeetlebeeb]

this tiktok ban is making me realize I sit on the toilet and watch tiktoks like it's my newspaper and morning coffee, now all I have is Pinterest and tumblr 😔

[mcbeetlebeeb]

hHgr I HAD TOO I REALLY REALLY HAD TOO AND ONLY ONE PERSON WILL REALLY GET THIS IF THEY EVEN GET IT!!! 🫂 i send my regards the playlist got to me.

cw: mentions of wounds, implications of self harm

uh sad? 🤷 I had to barf this out 🛌

also

please read it with this tune

It's a quiet afternoon, one that slowly lingers into the evening, if you can't count the quiet reverberating hum of electricity threw the walls, if that even is what it is, that's not what these two ponder at the moment, soft clean linen sheets, the hefty kind you'd be set in at a guests house, or at least it felt like it, lying under it each night.

The cloth bending under the twos weight, which wasn't much, low sun beaming in threw the window, right before it hits the bed, the light remains off, the evening light just enough to see normally still, an unclasped first aid lays strewn out, one set of focused hazel eyes, watching his own motions, flickering up to a pair of slightly unfocused deep brown eyes, both tired, maybe not outrightly so, but it can be seen on their young faces. Neither of them speak, minds running tenthfold, the soft blubbing of an antiseptic onto a cloth, and a slow hesitant hand slips it's thumb into the unconsciously closed fist, lightly prying it open, settling his fingers in his palm, the brunette clasps his hand around his digits once it's in his grasp, not too jurassic of a difference, other than skin tone, one pale nimble hand, lightly clutching at tan rough fingers, a soft sigh is sounded from the older one, thumb gently ghosting over the back of his hand. It's some shared notion, this hand holding, the quiet sigh, the way he holds onto his hand, like they're wordlessly telling one another they shouldn't be doing this, shouldn't even be here, as he holds at his fingers not really looking over at him, but despite that, it's all he's thinking of, this motion, the humanity it holds, the careful touches to his ruined knuckles, he can't stand to look over at the raven haired boy, his face, that look on his features, something deeply resided in the younger boy hushes a ringing note to him, that this can't possibly be forever, it never is, not for him.

something about this hurts, hurts. burns. forever to simmer on the backburner of it all, a broad thumb traces over the thinner, relaxed one, his hands only lightly twitching as the other pads the cloth over other various wounds, now if it was by someone else, this silence wouldn't be being shared.

They both ache to speak, stomach tense at who too say what and when, but nothing comes out, nothing leaves either of their mouths, hazel eyes peer up, just for a second to linger on the boys face, the one across from him right now, messy brunette hair, an assortment of other bandages on his form, this moment is scathingly familiar, but neither of them share a word, the brunette doesn't look over, does not share this glance either, not that he doesn't notice, or perhaps he likes to tell himself that as he endlessly spaces out towards the shut door, the way the shadows cling to corners, eyes fluttering towards the slow drifting dust particles that shimmer softly in the sunlight, all of it, he shut his eyes as the other cleans his injuries along his arm, against his neck, it's all so seeringly tender, that nipping feeling eailer is getting harder to drift away from, the way he looks at him, tends to him, makes him feel raw, cut open and spilt out, it's endearingly embarrassing, it's cruelly captivating and it leaves this no longer nipping but nawing feeling in his chest cavity, fear? guilt? love? whatever it is it has him telling his subconscious.

I'll regret this.

maybe in time he does, or doesnt, he doesnt know, and the boy across him, soothing irritated and raised injuries, with such a fond touch, cleaning him, aiding him, lightly furrowed brows, pupils that are typically thin as a needle are wide, settled down on what hes doing, the hand that hold him, cradles his hand to relax, bruised knuckles flowering with blue and brown rested against a calloused palm as the other solicitously wipes dried blood away from red irritated skin, is the same hands that wrings life away from enemies, hands that belong to the monster this boy can become.

Despite these hands being familiar with vicsera, they're oh so gentle with him, and it makes that burning feeling seep and weigh deep into his collarbones, and he unconsciously let's this wobbling sigh out, shoulders slouching slightly, for now, in this time, he relaxes his fingers, not holding him too tight, all of these questions he never seemed to ever even ponder about indulge—partake in the space of his mind, eating at him, he itches to say something anything, this shared silence almost feels unbecoming, but there's this crudely made softness.

this sense of collapse, like the floor could crumble under them at any moment.

at anytime.

and that seering will of want, they both wordlessly ask of one another.

hands smooth over bandages, the brunette doesn't look all the way there, he never really does, but the black haired boy does this any how,

and it's not the first, not the last time he'll do it

neither of them really understand what they want from one another

or perhaps they just don't understand the yearning they feel, for lots of certain things, mostly people, eachother.

and the brunette finally looks over, hazel eyes already peering at him, boring into the side of his face beforehand, and they both hold this look, breathing, sharing this space, would every life be like this? chasing something so fleeting for this sense of self, life, humanity, only for it to softly snuff out between fingers, and again it burns.

scorches and chars.

and falls apart like ash.

right in your hands.

hands.

his hands lightly tugs on the dissociated boys hand, and this time he focus, focus on his face, worried brows, tan skin, hair pulled back, but black strands in his face, 'what a mess' they both seemingly think.

in the same go they disregard the tangle that is themselfs, eachother, and the brunette shuts his eyes, he could almost cry, almost, but he simply leans over, laying against the slightly taller boys arm and shoulder.

it's familiar and both of them want to dig their heels into this, this motion, if time could stop, if this never happened, if it could just speed up, if this could be skipped, if this would work, and all that come with it, but no.

not for these two.

and the older boy takes his arm and wraps it around the others back, guiding him closer into his side, rib to rib, top of his head tilted into the be bend of the others neck, the older resting his head down onto his head, and they both stare at the door.

loosely holding onto one anothers hand.

and for a moment, a fleeting, savory, moment, the brunette feels like there'd be no better way to die other than like this.

right here like this, pressed against the warm shell of another, his eyes flitter closed, jaw unclenching, shifting further as he abandons those calling terms that tell him, keep this far behind you.

he never does, keep it behind him that is, it lingers with him like a cancer growth, that he can't quite cut out, rip out, drown out.

curling into the others side with eyes shut, moving to sit closer, and like clockwork the other envelopes the brunette, holding him too his frame, and it feels so incredibly raw and irresolute.

but forget it.

forget it.

at least there is right now, sun on battered backs, tired eyes closing, unfortunately for some, not for the last time.

[mcbeetlebeeb]

Hello my friends, I am hamdi Ayyad from Gaza talelhawa I have sought refuge with you because of the devastating war that caused me to lose my home and our displacement from one place to another and I lost my children's future and there is a severe shortage of basic materials,I hope that you will stand by us whether by donating if possible or participating widely,Please help me 🙏🏼 🇵🇸 🍉

hello Mohammed!!

thank you for reaching out to me, I currently have no money myself to donate, but I am more than glad to share your story and spread the chance of donation!

if you see this! reblog it! like it!! share it!! donate if you can!!! these people should be living a comfortable life!!!!

[mcbeetlebeeb]

Hello dear friends!

❤🤍💚🖤🇵🇸🇵🇸

All the positive words cannot express how generous you are, in donating and sharing my posts to inform other donors about our difficult and terrible circumstances caused by the war of extermination on Gaza!

❤🤍💚🖤🇵🇸🇵🇸

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the support you are giving me and my family ✌✌

❤🤍💚🖤🇵🇸🇵🇸

Please continue to support me until I achieve my short-term goal of reaching 28k€. There are less than 960€ left to reach it.

❤🤍💚🖤🇵🇸🇵🇸

Hello Roba! (I'm am sorry if this isn't whom I'm answering, I'm referring to the one who is organizing the fund raiser!)

I apologize for not answering earlier, I have a lot of these asks coming threw! but nonetheless I am more than glad to help spread your word!

if you see this!!! reblog!! like it!! share it!! donate if possible!! these people have dreams like any of us!!!

[mcbeetlebeeb]

Hello my friends💖🇵🇸💖

Donations are very few🚨🇵🇸🇵🇸

And our life is very difficult😭

I launched my donation campaign about a month ago and I have only received 153CAD💔🚨

Please donate and share to reach my short goal of 300CAD 🙏🙏

hello Eyad!! (I'm sorry if that's not you, it just says that's who's organizing the fundraiser!)

I have no money to my name as of currently, but! I'll be using my platform, despite it being a bit small to help you share your story! I'm hoping to find a better more creative way to share these to reach more people!

if you see this post! please reblog it! like it! share it! try to donate! do what you can for this family!!

[mcbeetlebeeb]

🙏Please donate a small amount that may save my father's life, only 46€ left to buy my father's treatment, his doctor's appointment is tomorrow, please do not ignore my message and do not hesitate to help me❤️‍🩹

Account No. 9 due to repeated deletion😭💔

🛑I am having difficulty communicating, please donate or share.🫂

✅My campaign is verified by: @gaza-evacuation-funds

🙏

hello Abood!! i am more than happy to spread your message, I unfortunately have no money to my name at current time

but i am willing to share your story and go fund me!!

If you see this, reblog it!! like it! share it!! donate!! offer what you can for these people!!

[mcbeetlebeeb]

Please support me

, I'm Karam Al Nabih from Gaza. My home, dreams, and university have been destroyed by the war. I'm a software engineer in my final semester, and I'm urgently seeking your support to rebuild my life and help my sick mother.

Please consider donating, even a small amount like 10 or 15 £, as every contribution makes a difference. If you can't donate, please share my story to help me reach my goal. Your support means the world to me.

Reblog pin post

Donate here: https://gofund.me/a9d0f2d7

Thank you so much! 🙏❤️

Vatted by @nabulsi @90-ghost

Hello Karam! like I've mentioned in my other post- i unfortunately have no job to donate money, but I'm more than happy to help share your story and go fund me!

If you see this!! reblog!! share it!! like it!! donate!! spread this person's story, help where you can!!

[mcbeetlebeeb]

Hello, I understand this might be a long shot, but I'm a Palestinian citizen in urgent need of assistance. I have type 1 diabetes, and because of the current situation in Gaza, I’m unable to get my Humalog insulin injection. I'm seeking your support to get just one injection today to save my life. I need financial help to buy insulin for this week and am still $263 short. I apologize if you've already seen this request, but any amount you can donate would mean the world to me. My donation link is in my pinned post. Thank you, and may you be blessed. ❤️🇵🇸

hello friend! i unfortunately have no job to be able to donate at current notice, but! I do know I can spread this with the minimal platform I have, so!! if your seeing this post! reblog it, please spread it!!! help this person out with donating to them by going to the pinned post of their profile!!! 263$ short isnt too far away! 5 bucks could make a huge difference!! if you also find yourself unable to donate, at least reblog this post, share it to people whom might actually be able too!!!

[mcbeetlebeeb]

Homestuck...? *Pulls out cigarette* i haven't heard that name in years..

Seriously tho it amazes me that HS is kinda alive in 2024 ngl

(i can't escape the Homestuck can i?)

mm....maybe not, no I don't think so, everytime I think I have, I've been fooled and I've been in the same room the whole time 😔

[mcbeetlebeeb]

🫵you, friend. Should I or should I not finish up the little John head cannon thingy I have in my drafts and post it?? Mayhaps????

🤨🤨 :]]

yes.

do it, aid your community

write all the things about the doofus

[mcbeetlebeeb]

Perchance if your requests are open then I would like a modern reader with homestuck characters of your choosing?? If not that's ok you don't gotta if you don't wanna. Have good day

Hii, sorry for the INCREDIBLY late response, trying to remember how to use tumblr BUT YES I shall deliver 👍 thanks for asking question, I'll be doing the main four (ФωФ)

(and- hopefully I understand your question cause I'm ready to do this in head cannon platform- so??‐ 🫂 take it my friend)

⛅️John Egbert🎭

*deep inhale* NERRD

sorry, moving on

seems like the sorta guy to know fnaf lore, like all of it, I can't elaborate further

also he wears totally normal outfits with stupid stupid socks,,

silly socks, the dumbest you could imagine

I think at some point he'd be the mfker with some tape or a bandaid around the middle of his glasses to keep it together

hes a one pillow sleeper 😔

and by that I mean he has one singular pillow on his bed smh

he atones by sleeping with stuffed animals though

mfkin creepy ass light sleeper

and I say that cause I can fully imagine someone trying to get something while he's sleeping or even trying to wake him up

and he just sits up, all the way, no glasses john, eyes open all the way not groggy or confused

get this MAN SOME BROWN EYE CONTACTS!!

FUCK I THOUGHT THATD MAKE IT SMALLER HER FACE IS HUGE

no going back tumblr is already so confusing, sorry anon I tried to be funny now she's here

anyway..lord..

I think he'd forever go to bed at like a super specific time, and if he messes that up he feels wrong the next day

and that's all he'll tell you, "I feel wrong"

touch of the tisim probably perhaps maybe

listen his dad collected shaving cream and harlequins and clowns and stuff-..

I don't think he has freckles but more so little body moles speckled around his body

goofy smile, silly laugh, catch him snorting and slapping his knee n shit

tries to push up glasses with the nose scrunch thing, makes him show of his messes up teeth

an endearing young punster.

I definitely think if you'd be down, he's 100% the person too have nerf gun wars

something and John Egbert and a foam dart makes sense

and for some reason i connect that with bubbles

rip John you would've loved fruiter aergo

maybe, maybe more low quality photos of it though because idk

he has a strange love for...what's the word...

hmm.. eccentric things

he just holds them dear, think it's in his blood

who knows if that's a good or bad thing

expressive

I think you'd have to be, blind, deaf, mute and impossibly stupid to miss his body language

or just a meanie(?)

regardless not emotionally verbal, or at least not often, or- as much as he should

but physically shows it

like..for example if he was in a crappy mood, you'd be able to tell, and he'd confirm if you asked

and with him being expressive i would think comes with..what's the word again..uh..

responsive?

reactive?

especially to words, or touch

when he gets red, he one of them people to get red EVERywhere.

ears, down to the neck, shoulders, forhead.

dude looks like he's gonna pop a blood vessel any moment lmao

he'd be the person too have like reddened knuckles and stuff, cold hands, will press the cold hands into you for warmth

if he were to smell like anything, vanilla, faintly, all smells on him would be faint I'd like to think

☀️Rose Lalonde🔮

honestly my favorite to draw-

she is wrighting so many silly things for and too you

poems?

happening.

long strangely war letter back home love letters too you

they probably are never shown-

maybe unless you look or perhaps ask

she'd be...the best person to gossip over a drink with

tea, coffee, alcohol, water, soda

I think she'd be a mfker to sleep with socks

it's okay on some level cause they're socks she made herself

I also think not just gossip but she's like- she's a seer of light cmon-

she knows stuff

I think she may not look like it but she, is the ultimate yapper

and silly

silly Rose justice

shes a goofy goober too guys

there would be no way she's not

look at her friends

I think she'd like her hair to be pet sometimes

play with it gently, braid it for no reason

type of person I can see too sit with you on the porch as it rains

reminds me of mist and.. morning dew

chilly autumn mornings

where you can see your breath

shes one of them Halloween people

i just know she appreciates a crunchy leaf

*knits you this*

YOU SIZED OBVIOUSLY

also gloves

why not

stay warm

she'd want you too

she has dimples

both lil cheek dimples

I think she'd be someone to ponder her partner often

like, seeing a candle and going "oh perfect, you've found me here as well!" but she's in the middle of some store lol

or reading something, thinking about that phrase and linking it too you or something like that

something strangely meticulous

carefully, honestly, thought out.

shes the person too either meticulous take the time to paint her nails right

or paint them all fucked up, and then clean them up

leaning more towards the latter

am I saying that right?

she would smell like

mm, cold linen, and books, book smell

🌠Jade Harely🐾

ah yes

doggie

shes a sweetheart though

albeit a clumsy- narcoleptic one

she means well

most times

she has all the hair

everywhere!!

find her brushing herself

maybe???

maybe space powers debunk hair needs

I dunno probably pffhfhh

toothy smile

big toothy grin

I like to think she has braces

convincingly can bark and growl (before and after bec merge thingy)

probably got even more convincing dog bark talents

sit down with her and a good coloring book

entertainment for hours

she'd be up for most anything I bet

would possibly be bored laying around lounging

something tells me she'd have a thing with buttons

all shapes and sizes and materials

just- checks out as a Jade thing yknow

same with silly bands

somewhere there is glitter on this girl I'm convinced

maybe more earth glitter (dirt) than any other

but like, 🤷 I dunno man

can I pet dat dawg?

yes, pet the dog, dog longs for human contact

scratch that

contact

overall

shes just lonely, forgive her lack of "norm" social skills

brotha grew up on a damn island, with her dog, and stuffed grandpa

stuffed grandpa

I'd be a lil weirdo too

anon, I'm gonna tell you this now..

I've never read the books all the way threw, and I own 3 out of idk how many

so forgive me if this...- out of character

dirty nailz..

yknow how some big dogs have that mindset that they are little lap dog puppies?

her

oh you thought it was gonna be a lil head rest?

a lil lean?

no

blanket mode.

snuggle time.

accept it, at least for a minute.

I cannot explain why and I won't but, she gives me road runner vibes

just..yep, that's jade..harely..

what am I doing dude tf

also..don't ask me why, she would smell like pine, dirt, soil if you will, maybe lavender too, or more something..sugary? cinnamon?

am I making sense

⚔️Dave Strider📀

uughhh what haven't I said about this dude

hmm

I'm trying to remember what I wrote before tumblr rudely disrupted my wrighting and made me go back to the beginning

well let's see

eotushuf

here me out

this but on him

and it's soft blonde and and

there's spots that are missing from scars

and they go down to his hand,, and fingers

the hair on the side of the hand, you know what I mean

also has missing little patches

broad..finge nail

chews his nails

hhe.. uu h out of all of the four, probably the best to lounge around with

laying around

what's the word

parallel play?

being able to comfortably do yalls own thing in the same place

without a lot of talking

rhhrrgg

hes the type of person to 100% do the three hand squeeze thing

iykyk... (squeezing someone's hand to wordlessly say, "I love you")

and if you respond verbally, or even just squeezing back

he'll face away and do it back again

epitome of "putting on sunglasses so no one knows what I'm looking at"

you at you

he has..like stupid peripheral vision and uses it to advantage

I cannot say why but, he definitely has funky cool ties

just does i feel it

also, crackley

cracking his knuckles, his neck, back

when he stands it's like fine machinery sounding

clicking and popping in knees and hips

blonde

...eyelashes..

rough palms and scar knuckles

he smells like- a well slept on pillow ina good way- and also maybe

faintly of apple juice, carton apple juice..

guys this is buns, I'm so sorry truly, I'm also..so sleepy..😔

anon i hope this was right, and..to your request, I hope u have a good day (*^▽^)/★*☆♪

[mcbeetlebeeb]

this app...hates me!!!! hates me! finishing draft???!! NOOOOOOO, RESTART. RESTART IT U FUCK AAUUUEGHHHHH

giving up I'm sorry anon

for now

[mcbeetlebeeb]

terrible terrible feeling this spindly little pastey fucker is going to become my new muse with drawing, until I am sick

s i ck.

[mcbeetlebeeb]

being alive is so unfair, not in the "ohh I wanna die" way aNO.

I don't know this feeling, but.

whenever I think..I get really happy but also..confused...I wanna like..run around super loudly and crash into everything and bite all my fingers off and spit it in people's faces and rocket launch myself into the ceiling without bending my knees, I could spin. forever. and ever.

and then be able to run in a straight line for miles without stopping for air, jump, hop, skip and fall into the gutter, fall asleep, wake up, and do it again and again until this stops

...hmm..euphoria?...perhaps.....mm...m..manic..euphoria?... no...

maybe?

I get it when I see specifically non binary things, or people-..

or when

when

uhhhhhh

uhhhhhhhhhhhh

show, I can watch, to bide my empty empty time

or friend, to bide my empty empty time

unfortunately I don't get this wind up toy joy with my art look at my uhhh art..process yuh

listening..too sporepedia,

you should too and uhhh yeah