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It’s not okay. And don’t you know, that it isn’t okay?

Aren’t you aware of this? Aren’t we all?

How do you step out the door in the morning?

How can you make it through the gate without being swallowed?

Does the air not burn your skin? Do your ears not ring?

Do you not feel the settling particles on you? Where is the handprint clasped on your shoulder?

Is your neck loose? Are you able to breathe?

Can you make a plan and stick to it? How do you set out into the world?

Were you able to sleep? Can you handle the silence? Do you ever hear your heartbeat?

I can’t imagine being you

Don’t you see it on me? I have a hairline crack, right here, look a little closer.

Can you even tell? The light is so cold and sterile. I sit here in this room with the high ceilings waiting for the sun to go down, waiting for an end to it all, for you to come home, for you to leave again. I wait, that’s what I do. I’m surprised you haven’t noticed.

Do you notice things?

I can’t help but notice. I notice the way you talk as though you believe your words are important. I notice your routines and the ways in which you allow yourself to have them. I really can’t imagine being you. Is it easy? What does your life look like? Happy? Surely, you must know, somewhere in there - that it isn’t okay. That none of it is. 

Does your head pound? Do different combinations of letters swirl around you? Do you think back on last night, when we had a good chat, if I was enjoying it or not? If I was laughing enough? If I was kind enough? If I seemed attracted to you? If I wanted to run out of there? 

How did you sleep? 

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two old friends

14 years ago there was a little girl, in a lunchroom

She was the only little girl in that lunchroom, and she knew this very well

Adults buzzed around her as though she were a tree in a forest

Bodies were near her, but none too close. She had the space she wanted

Her stomach, empty, lurched. She felt her throat close up

A sandwich sat in front of her. Plain, butter and jam. Never feeling filling, like a real meal. Sickeningly sweet and simple

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I’m so sorry

A voice came from out of nowhere, two weeks later

It’s going to be okay. Hi, I’m right here.

Overly familiar, but kind, a goofy voice

The sandwich (this time tuna, speckled with dill and thought) moves, crust upper lip

Hi! You can eat me. I won’t hurt you. You need me to feel better

She looks around, can anyone else hear?

No one can hear, keep talking to me. 

You are a sandwich.

That’s right, I am. You’re very perceptive. 

Thank you, I learned that word last week. I think I am too. 

A sandwich?

No, perceptive. You’re funny. 

Thank you. I hope so. That would be nice if I were.

Well, I don’t think you have to worry about that.

…Why are you here, sandwich?

Why are any of us here? Why are you here?

I don’t know, a mistake I think. I don’t feel like it was on purpose. 

Maybe. Maybe we’re all mistakes. But not me. I was made for you!

Who made you?

A fast woman. I didn’t get to speak with her much. But she smelled very good. Like a campfire.

Oh yes, I like that smell too. 

You have good taste in smells. 

Thank you sandwich, I’m sure you’re good tasting.

I’m very tasty, thank you! You would like it if you ate me. I have little bits of pickle. 

You should eat me. I know you don’t want to. But I wanted to tell you it’s okay. You’re not hurting anyone. I’m right here. 

If I eat you, sandwich, then something bad might happen. I might lose you. You might make my stomach hurt and then I would lose you. And I can’t do that

I might make your stomach hurt. But I also might not! And doesn’t your stomach already hurt now?

Yes, it does. It hurts all the time. 

What did you do with the other sandwiches? 

I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. Please, I’m so sorry.

It’s okay, take a deep breath with me. 

One, two, hold it. Let go.

Lower your shoulders. What happened? I won’t be mad. I promise. I’m right here. 

I couldn’t eat them, and I had to throw them away. They made a loud thud at the bottom of the garbage can. Does that hurt your feelings?

No, sandwiches are happy to be made, and then we don’t quite care what happens to us. But we (I, at least, I can’t speak for the other sandwiches) do care about small girls who are scared of us. 

I’m not scared of you, you’re very nice. 

Could you eat me, then?

Not yet. Please don’t ask that. I don’t like the way that question sounded. 

Okay, I won’t. That’s okay that you don’t want me to ask that. I won’t ask that ever again. I’m right here. 

Thank you. 

Of course. What do you want to be when you grow up?

A meteorologist. Because they get to see tornadoes up close, I think. I love tornadoes. 

Me too! Although I am a little (eek!) scared of them.

I’m not scared of them at all. I think they’re cool. I want to be a tornado.

What would you do if you were a tornado?

I would spin around really really fast and destroy things. But I wouldn’t ever hurt people. Just things. I’d take one whole house down with my funnel. Maybe even a whole neighbourhood, with trees and everything. 

But where would the people go if their houses were wrecked by a tornado?

Oh, its okay, they don’t like their houses anyways. 

They’re bad houses?

Some of them. But most of them are just ugly. They don’t like their houses, and they get to live in a mansion after I tornado them. Besides, people don’t get mad at tornados, they let them do what they need to do and they run out of the way. But I wouldn’t hurt anyone at all, I promise. Even if I was an F5.

What’s an F5?

Its the biggest, baddest, angriest kind of tornado. You can’t get any bigger than an F5. They have speeds of greater than 332 kilometers an hour.

That sounds so scary!

Not for me, tornados like other tornados.

I think you’d make a good tornado. Everyone would be very scared of you.

Except for little kids. I would make sure they weren’t scared of me. 

That’s right, except for little kids. They don’t even know what to be scared of. 

What time is it?

I don’t know. I can’t read time yet, maybe ever.

That’s okay, you’re a sandwich. I can’t read the clock very well either. I hope lunch isn’t over yet.

Are you hungry?

A little. Maybe. I don’t know. 

Do you think you could have a bite? Maybe just a small one?

Maybe a small one. 

Okay, I took a bite. You’re a tasty sandwich. 

Thank you! I’m very proud of myself. 

I’m having another bite, is that okay?

Yes! Absolutely. I’m so glad you think I’m tasty.

I was very hungry sandwich, thank you. I think I’ll leave the crust so that you’re still here. Also I hate the crust. 

That’s okay! You can like what you like and hate what you hate. That’s what being a sandwich is all about. 

Thank you for being so nice to me.  I feel really nice all over, like I’m covered in sparkles. 

Can I tell you a secret?

Is it a nice secret?

Of course. Sandwiches can’t have bad secrets.

Okay.

I’m a magic sandwich. And because you ate me, you get to be magic too. You get 1 whole wish to make for the rest of the day. What do you want to wish for?

I wish that I’ll never get sick ever again.

Done, that was easy. Your wish is my command!

Oh no. Everyone is getting up to go outside. We can’t talk anymore. I’m sorry.

That’s okay, I really liked talking to you. I’ll see you again. I promise.

You’re a very, very nice sandwich. 

And you’re a very nice little girl. 

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14 years ago, a little girl made a friend in a lunchroom

The friend said goodbye with a flop of its bread, and the girl wiped the crumbs off her corduroy pants

She steadied herself against the table and took a deep breath. She checked to make sure there wasn’t a trick, that she could stay upright

And went outside to play

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To Mario

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From Peach

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Imagine if you’re going to an Insane Clown Posse show expecting them to do their usual horrorcore rap rock and instead they come out to circus music in a tiny clown car and start throwing pies at each other and doing funny flipsy-flops and goofs and all of the juggalos are having an earnestly great time for the whole family and then they ask you on stage and you get tricked and squirted with water but in a funny, good-natured way which you handle well and then you get to take a bow and the whole audience applauds and you are laughing so hard it is the best night of your life

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fandom has really rotted people's brains to the point where "fiction impacts reality" is a controversial statement. any work of fiction that has no impact on a person's reality is boring as fuck. you're supposed to walk out of a movie theater looking at the world like 👁👄👁

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I'm gonna start making stim boards! DM me any requests :)

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pride month celebration week ♡ day seven: free day BISEXUALITY IN MUSIC

DO NOT DISTURB — HALESTORM OLDIE — ODD FUTURE LA DIFÍCIL — BAD BUNNY IF U SEEK AMY — BRITNEY SPEARS GIRLS — RITA ORA GIRLS & BOYS — JESSE A.C.D.C. — THE SWEET MONOPOLY — VICTORIA MONÉT & ARIANA GRANDE ALANIS’ INTERLUDE — HALSEY THE KIND OF LOVER I AM — DEMI LOVATO UNISEX FREESTYLE — DOJA CAT CAPTAIN HOOK — MEGAN THEE STALLION TAKE ME ON THE FLOOR — THE VERONICAS BISEXUAL ANTHEM — DOMO WILSON CHANEL — FRANK OCEAN

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So... I found this and now it keeps coming to mind. You hear about "life-changing writing advice" all the time and usually its really not—but honestly this is it man.

I'm going to try it.

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So... I found this and now it keeps coming to mind. You hear about "life-changing writing advice" all the time and usually its really not—but honestly this is it man.

I'm going to try it.

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exactly

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please watch this im losing it

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I think toy doctors are so nice actually like i remember being a little heartbroken kid when one of my beloved stuffed animals got old and torn up and my mom just threw him out. And i know what it would have meant to me, to have someone lovingly stitch him back up instead so i could love him just a little longer. And I’m really glad there are little kids out there who get to see pictures of their stuffed animals and dolls with little fake hospital beds and casts as they “rest & heal” before returning to them good as new. Like what a sweet thing to do with your life.

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i'm never getting over the fact that romance as a genre, as the HIGHEST selling genre, exists largely because straight women fantasise about being loved and treated kindly by men and men constantly make fun of this because they think it's just that unrealistic that they could cherish women and that women are stupid in the first place for wanting such an impossible thing

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Sports: For the first time since the 90s, the Canadiens are heading to the Stanley Cup Finals. Beating the Vegas Golden Knights in OT in Montreal. They await either Tampa or New York.