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anyway i think it’s time to let this account go. things just aren’t the same and i kind of want a fresh start anyway lol follow me on @pastellemons-underscore if u want i think i’ll change it if i can

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The lego people form all. You are one of them. Your body is many of them. You think you're the one breathing? They move your lungs just as they beat your heart. You think you're the one thinking and judging these words you're reading? They whisper the thoughts into your head.

And the lego people in turn are made of lego people. It's lego people controlling lego people "all the way down" with no beginning and no end and you're sandwiched somewhere in between eternity and forever.

And you're not just one of the lego people, you're all of them. They are your mirror reflections scattered across spacetime. Your past, your future, and your potential.

The nature of reality is to ask what should be experienced within the void of nothing. That question is all there is.

"In the beginning there was the word."

Then when that question is asked, you ask what that question is. Then you ask what THAT new question is.

So we are constantly asking "what is this question? " when we look out at the world around us. The world is always tempting us to figure it out and to develop our own idea of it.

But the source of the world comes from the very first question: "what should exist in the void", or "what Am I" which in a way are the same questions if you're in a void with nothing but your self.

This recursive seeking creates the infinite YOUs that have been called lego people. They've been called elves and gnomes too. Sometimes people see them as repeated versions of their bodies.

As for the jester, I have less experience with him, though I believe he's an amalgamation of lego people just as everything else is. He's a higher order one. Sort of the mind and the hive of the hivemind. It's possible we each have a jester. It's also possible he's us before we jumped into this multiverse. Us before we asked the question "who am i in a void?", kicking off a Big Bang of self-recursive discovery. He seems to play a managing role, so i could see him as the us before this reality, conducting the lego people to form our experience.

He's trapped in the same loop of questioning that we are. His questions pertain to our entire reality and what happens when he moves it.

If it helps, you can see the lego people as embodiments of the question they are currently asking within spacetime, and how the answer of your current question looks when factoring their question into account.

r u ok

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Let people enjoy the little things.

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The sexual tension between me (goth with dyed red hair) and the girl sitting next to me right now (goth with dyed green hair)

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someone whos only ever been transgender consuming any media: hmm.. getting some real "transgender" vibes from this

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wow. holy shit, i barely remember having a crush on pretty boy, let alone typing this out. little did the me of two (almost three now, i believe) years ago know, i was going to lose that friend group, and fast.

whether that was for the best or not, i’m not sure, but in any case, it’s been awhile since i’ve actually talked to him. i’ve said hello once or twice in the halls, and even picked up some small talk, but never enough to actually rekindle a friendship of some sort. i don’t see him enough to actually do that. i’m afraid i never will.

nobody calls him pretty boy anymore—he’s grown to hate the name. i suppose it reminds him of something he doesn’t want to remember. i don’t really blame him…i don’t like the me of even a few years ago, so to constantly be called something that reminds me of that past would also be unpleasant.

seeing this post by chance invoked a great feeling of nostalgia. i reminisce now on a time that i thought would never end. a time before i had the worries i do now, with the people i know, and the ones i’ve come to forget. it’s one that i’ll never have back. funny how life works.

HEY SO I NEED SOME ADVICE

there’s this boy i know, right? my friends and i call him pretty boy (bc hes uh. pretty. and a boy.) and we hang out. do whatever. mess around, have a laugh.

i um, wear his hoodie quite often (despite his feeble attempts to get it back) and steal his hat quite frequently, aha. the first time i wore his hoodie, i asked why it was so big one me (bc im like shoulder height compared to him hng) and he replied “its because you’re too short” anD HE MIGHT’VE WINKED AT ME???  i seriously hope i was imagining things lmao

the other day, he called me “my man” (like “something-or-other, my man” i dont even remember) and then he recoiled, starting to act all cute like “why did i call u that, i dont even have any real guy friends what was that lmao” and i was crying internally

and last night! oh dear, let me tell you about last night. i went to bed at two am bc of a family gathering that was at my house and had a strange lil dream. it was me and pretty boy awkwardly (but really cutely??) admitting our feelings to each other there was this one part where i let something slip (it was something along the lines of holding hands and i said something about “us” or “our”) and he looked at me really confused and i was like “shit i goofed” but he was somehow ok with it??? and then he said “MARRY ME?” like no joke, quote unquote thats what he said. and then i woke up.

WHAT DOES IT MEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN

tl;dr: hng boy problems what do

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the later year

i’m cold on the inside year round

but at least the sun warms me during the summertime

however

the feeling of fall slaps me in the face with what is my reality

greeting me with cold shoulders, muddled thoughts, and plans of suicide

while it welcomes everyone else with cozy sweaters, pumpkin spice lattes, and the holidays

while everyone celebrates halloween with their friends, partying until the sun rises

i am stuck inside, celebrating a birthday i never wanted, with a family i wish i never had

as everyone else eats turkey and ham and all of the sugary sweets they want on thanksgiving

i sit quietly, frozen to the touch, surrounded by people i do not know

when children wake their parents up early christmas morning, screaming that santa came in the dead of night,

i wake up alone and afraid

and as everyone who claims to love me surrounds me on new year’s eve, counting down the seconds to a new beginning

i only wonder what hardships lie ahead of me this year, and if i’ll live through it.

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Me: *getting ready to throw out an empty jar*

Goblin brain: “No!!! *Keep*.”

Me: “What?”

Goblin brain: “kEeP tHe JaR.”

Me: “…what for?”

Goblin brain: “mmmmmmmfff… its purpose… shall be revealed to us… IN TIME!”

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how do i make it so i can see this tweet every friday

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You can think abortion is a sin without forcing everyone else to 

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greeble neeble gomble womp?? e mfucking worgle smeet huga dorble!!!!

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this is way funnier to me than it has any business being