#sunthought

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If my skin weren't wrought with sin

I'd wreck these walls and let you in

If my heart could feel at all

It'd break for you like ceramic dolls

Lim'rence disregards the surface

Cuts me open makes new messes

You'd never hurt me on purpose

I can't say the same for certain

Moonlight sets the scenery so sweet

Lo, do you even see it?

Silencing your worry with my heat

Woe, can you even feel it?

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

sunthoughts

by kow2 Tim is aware of the choppy waves of Gotham Harbor, and how they scrape in stammers like a broken thought: I am, I am, I am. Something that never finishes. The words never come out quite right. I am okay, versus, I am expendable. Tim watches Damian get thrown in by some rampant and raging man who’s built like Bane, and he dives in after him without thinking. Words: 1665, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Multi Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Alfred Pennyworth Relationships: Tim Drake & Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Family Feels, Batfamily (DCU), Hurt Damian Wayne, Hurt Tim Drake, Protective Bruce Wayne, Protective Batfamily (DCU), Hypothermia, Blood and Injury, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake-centric, Damian Wayne-centric, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Damian Wayne is Robin via https://ift.tt/520cBxU

[csunshare]

I am not my thoughts, i am not my feelings, i am not my body. These are different dimensions of myself which i have created to experience myself through. And i will continue to expand and become more into eternity ~ Chris SunShare 🧩 #SunThought @CSunShare . . . . . #soulguidance #soulsjourney #ascension #ascensionprocess #cosmicenergy #cosmicshaman #cosmicconsciousness #SpiritualAlchemy #LightBody #SpiritualGangsta #ScalarPhysics #Metaphysics #metaphysical #KundaliniEnergy #KundaliniRising #5thdimension #everythingisenergy #universallaw #spiritualteacher #spirituallove #soulawakening #spiritualbeings #connectedness #meditations #modernmystic #theuniversehasyourback #soulwork #shadowself https://www.instagram.com/p/CFsZkzVHVAF/?igshid=1wb93rcreai2e

[sunshinesundrop]

ok but i kinda wanna hear glamrock freddy sing?? i mean he is the lead singer

[raspberryborsch]

I decided to do the redesign my OC Sunthought

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Hi. You don't know me, but I know you. It's been a while since we last spoke. I feel like I'm bugging you every day. Despite that, I think we'd get along really well. I don't think I appreciate you the way I should. My heart feels like it's going to burst for you. I'd love nothing more than to get to know you. You always keep me guessing, and we're always saying the same thing. I'm still trying to catch eyes with you. Sometimes it feels like you're here when you aren't. I don't know what I'd do without you.

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What's with all this talk of Fat Girl Fall? I think we should be lifting fat girls up, not letting them fall.

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why do I get so angry and antsy when my friends get busy and stop talking to me. even if I'm also busy, I just expect everyone to entertain me all the time.

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I'm getting increasingly aware of how creepy I find the word "cutie". I do not trust anyone who refers to anyone as a "cutie". That's fucked.

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I'm begging everyone who uses FL Studio to quit using FL Slayer. It sounds like ass and we can all tell you're using a default plugin no matter how much you filter it. You're literally better off making your own synth or using some sort of guitar soundfont. Or just play guitar. Literally go pick up like a 30 dollar clunker at your local thrift shop and order a 5 dollar 6.35mm audio-to-USB cable online and play the tune yourself. Unless you need a song with a blisteringly fast shredding solo, I guarantee it's a much easier instrument than you're making it out to be in your head.

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I collect limerent objects like pokemon

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Today I imagined picking up your hand, peeling back your sleeve like I'm brushing hair off your face, and individually unfurling each of your fingers one at a time, admiring how delicate they are, never daring to fully hold them in my own hand.

It's indicative of how I approach you already. I want to admire you. I want to see how you tick. I want to observe as much of you as I can. But I could never constrain you. I could never take too much.

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My head fills with steam throughout the day as I think about you. It builds and builds until my head is bursting. Little things help relieve it. When I tell you about the glint in your eye or the curves of your smile, little love letters in and of themselves, it feels livable for a while longer. I want to tell you everything on my mind, but if the steam pours out too forcefully, won't it burn you?

I am not the only pending combustion looking to warm you.

I am not the only furnace that will burn you.

I am not the only humidity you will leave the house to escape.

I am not special or deserving.

I am simply burning.

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>Illegal command "HELP"

>Illegal command "HELP"

>Illegal command "HELP"

>Illegal command "HELP"

>Illegal command "DO SOMETHING"

>Illegal command "PLEASE"

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I'm getting worse at handling bad dreams as I get older. I was never good at it, per se, but it definitely gets harder. Like mounting debt, the memories of my own wicked conjurations don't fade, they only compound, and all I can do is weather the overwhelming weight it leaves on me.

I have a rule when I get sleep paralysis: do NOT open your eyes. I've heard what other people see and I would NOT be able to handle what my mind is capable of conjuring, standing above me, lurking, in what appears like the waking world. Nothing can stop me from hearing things, though. You can't plug your ears if your arms don't work.

Ever since I can remember, my worst dreams have involved something I can only describe as a grim cacophony. Dogs barking, babies crying, cars honking, every noise that has ever kept you awake at night, all at once. A wall of sound, inching closer like a lumbering beast, hungry for my attention and fear, looking to swallow everything in it's radius, perhaps to add more screams and howls to it's menagerie. For the first time in my life, I heard it approach me outside of a dream. It felt disgustingly real.

I felt like a fly on a glue trap, peeling my consciousness off the back of my body, screaming in horror before the grim cacophony added my cries to it's collection. Of course, it would have had nothing to add. My contortions were hypothetical, my screams were silent.

I'm awake, now, and the reality of silence is like a protective blanket hiding me from the monsters in the soundwaves. I don't know when I'll go back to sleep. Talking about it doesn't help. Once again, the experience is compounding on other experiences, and the weight it leaves on me is too much to bear. Maybe I'll just enjoy the silence a little while longer.