scaridycloud

[scaridycloud]

I don't exist, i always thought i was interesting but oeople love to ghost me, maybe everyone else it yoo boring to think of anything to say

[scaridycloud]

How many sleepless nights does it take to become a cloud? Asking for my pet rock

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I used to love my creativity, i used to be able to tune things out and escape... i can get that back, right? I can be happy in complete solutude with a cruel world outside, if i can just... idk... idk... i tried everything

[scaridycloud]

currently buisy descending to my final form, a rotting broccoli with a little black bow, it must be entertaining my wall.

I hope i'll be biologic so the snails can eat my face or better yet, i get to finish rotting and become mycellium, be part the largest organism on earth, never alone again

I shouldn't be using social media huh? Sorry

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I'm 26 and still check underneath my bed before i try to sleep like

"hello? Monsters? I'd prefer it if you finished your job now over in my sleep"

it'd be a more fitting end, as painful and terrifying as my life, i'd only want to leave this world while fighting a lovecraftian horror materialised by the power of my imagination, it'll be valhalla for me, thanks

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Humanity is pathetic, like, you litterally live off this planet and youre like "oh the world is warming up, i know how to fix it, air conditioning, driving everywhere and buying bottled water! And ofc lets humanely (ugh) slaughter innocent animals for selfish pleasure cuz we deserve it" i hate debating people who can't see how messed up they are by what they're told is how they're aught be. How can a schizophrenic jobless moron like me see the truth more clearly then "normal people"? At least there are some people like me out there, though none would be my friend ofc, can't blame em, i'm human too, i suck for diffrent reasons

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Not every lone little girl is brave enough to visit the forest on a misty morning. But Lola is looking for something. A pedestal that's enamoured by amethyst vines, she'd seen it in a dream. Nothing matters untill she finds it, nothing.

It's been a year but she knows that if she stops believing, it'll never reveal itself. The gate awaits her, she knows it.

Sitting in the corner of her room, meditating as television had taught her, she speaks to her mother, her true mother.

Before the wave that throws sweet Lola into harsh, grounded rocks. Her true mother speaks of warnings and threats, secrets to be hidden, depths to be revealed.

At a loss for air she ponders, muttering in her sleep "wait for me, as i wait for you."

On the ring around the moon she dances to the sound of her own heartbeat, as centuries pass by she sighs, awaiting.