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To the person who left this sticker on the bus stop near my house I want to kiss you on the mouth

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Yeah, the doctors ran some blood work and discovered I was actually the Thing all along. No, I don't know if my insurance will cover it

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the fact that this is an actual spirk montage in an actual interview in an actual 2006 ‘living in tv land’ episode that william shatner actually was the executive producer of actually breaks my brain

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sonjahelmia

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Wunderkind Fall 2010 ⊹ Metallic tribal faces peer from leather heels, laced with craftsman’s rope.

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hello everybody, hope you're doing well on this wonderful morning, sending y'all all the love in the world.

so.

i've been working on this story for a while now. it's been six months (wow) i'd say of rolling this idea around in my head. i've written abouts 20k words; just rough drafts, alright? nothing special (i'm so excited, you have no idea lol), but i think i might be ready to move on to the actual drafting/polishing up chapters section.

wanted to run my newest, latest idea past y'all, my nonexistent audience (hi there, how y'all doing?) and i'll probably end up doing it, anyway. this story has had so many beginnings, it's insane. my usual tactic is just to write it and see if it works.

okay..

you're in the passenger seat of a car you've never been in before. the driver is a man you've only known a couple days. you know a few things about him: he's not who he says he is, he might be off his rocker, and he's probably your only chance of making it out alive.

i know jumping in to the aftermath of a big dramatic showdown first thing instead of just showing what all the fuss is about might be frowned upon, but....i think it might be cool. gives the audience a chance to put the pieces together themselves. and i trust peoples' imagination. i know there are questions.

who are you? who is this man? what's going on? where are you going?

will (probably) give updates. hopefully this story will stick around for a while longer, i'm quite fond of it. xoxo

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I finally put all my ‘One regular character in a world of muppets’ edits into a single post. 😂

Enjoy.

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The forest sins, takes pleasure in its evil the same way it celebrates its splendor. Like a large hand had dipped into the top layer of sediment and turned it over, sowing a darkness from up and under. The woods felt alive with it, the trees and the sky and the animals all knew what would happen - that someday, someone would come to pluck the fruit from the apple tree.

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luke danes is who john winchester would've been if he didn't fall into monster hunting

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writing is so fun

“I’m not crazy.” My fingers are trembling as I hold the cigarette to my lips, inhaling until I’m dizzy, my breath coming out shaky. The man across from me sits leaning forward, his elbows on his knees, his hands calmly knitted together. Stable, non judgemental. His thumbs tap against each other as I ash the cigarette over my shoulder, and continue.  “I know what I saw. No one will believe me, but..I swear that it’s true - much of flesh and blood as anything. That thing - tall as the walls, pale and blurry around the edges like…somebody smeared the edges of a photograph - I see it go from room to room every night. And it’s almost completely silent. I didn’t think it was real at first because of that. What kind of thing doesn’t breathe? I thought maybe it was a hallucination. The guards never notice it–”

“Almost?” He interrupts me, a good thing, perhaps, since I can feel my mouth getting ahead of me. My voice catches on a sharp inhale. 

“Sorry?”

“You said almost silent.” I can feel the heat from the cigarette hanging limply from my fingers press against my skin as it goes unbidden, but my mind is far away. The man leans over from his spot and takes it from me before pressing it gently into the stone armrest of the bench. The smoke muddles into an ashy pile. “I’ll get you a new one, just..don’t want you to burn yourself.” He smiles, sincere, if a little rusty, like he doesn’t do that sort of thing often, and it falls away to be replaced by a grounded, understanding look that suits him much better. “Tell me, please, Koshka, what sound does it make?”

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this is a piece im trying to write...will edit but needed to share. i do feel alive xxoo much love always

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where is all the art that perfectly appeals specifically to my exact tastes and desires and nobody elses

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blog post #1

hello there! im sitting on my kitchen counter at 9:42pm and I just finished my dishes.

Recently, I've been really enjoying doing the dishes at the end of the day. I record voice memos during it, and sometimes it feels like I'm talking to an old friend. I'm not sure what this blog post will entail, despite my want to be intentional with this, so I think I'll just say this: I think I'm my own oldest friend. There's been so much change in the past, people come and go, and I think the only constant ever (and perhaps this is true for everyone) has been the fact that I exist inside my own head. I've changed, of course, and I haven't always understood, but I was there with myself during that too so I think it's okay.

Anyway. Cleaning house used to feel like amountain of a task to me, but slowly I have learned. I think that's what I want to say. If you're young and reading this and maybe just moved in to your first apartment or anywhere by yourself and you're scared underneath all the excitement, trust that you'll learn. It might kick your ass a little at first, but that's okay. Trust yourself.

Sending love or something equivalent. Take care everyone.

<3

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Y'all ever open a book on a new subject, read a little bit, and have to put it back so you can process the way in which your mind was just expanded?

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needing to know how to navigate lately

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sometimes a sin one person commits is actually a test for those around him.

will they backbite about it? will they assume they are now better than him? will they scorn him for his mistake?

worry more about your test than theirs.

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trouble sleeping

you've had trouble sleeping recently. at the beginning of the night, you feel restless. as though you could go the whole waning hours without it. you start to believe it's not necessary. until it's two, three, four in the morning and the world starts to sway. sleep is a moth in an old sweater, eating holes from the inside out.

you can't fix your sleep schedule in one bout of plentiful rest. it must be a little each day. practising the routine of it. the worship of the thing - as though your head and sleep being the god it is, the ruling over our chemical processes, must meet once again on friendly terms. take time to heal. you readjust to the cold water as you wade back into the pool.

sweet dreams~

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“I thought death would change things…

The soft face of a lamb looking down at me,

Knowing what I know now

That death changes nothing.”

The soil was warm pressed against my side. For a few brief moments, I didn’t feel the frost biting into my skin - not until my eyes fluttered open and met the harsh, blinding sun. Opening my mouth to take in a ragged breath, drawn by my aching lungs before I could even think, searing pain raced through my body. It felt like electricity, being shocked by lightning. My head spun.