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[reyhan-bloq]

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[jenn0ksblog]

Cuando te sientas un bicho raro tenés que venir acá, vas a descubrir que en realidad somos muchos.

[jt-319]

Since I can’t fit it all in the bio

12 June 2024: I think I created Tumblr for when I obsessively browse stuff, as I think many of us did😂But I don’t use it much as I literally forget I even have an account here🗿I forget about most apps I have anyway. After another random remembrance that I have this blog, I thought I might start posting my art here since the recent Instagram AI panic going on. That is if I do remember about this. I’ll try, no guarantees at first tho. I don’t have followers anyway, let alone no one will probably see this. But this is here just in case it does becomes a thing

Edit 13 June 2024: So I’m still sorta new to how Tumblr works in terms of proper effective tagging, what to post, Tumblr etiquette etc. as I barely used this for real before

[i-live-in-my-bookshelf]

I remember working at a hotels restaurant for a year, and there were some guests who came in every day, and ordered the same exact thing, and they weren't even hotel guests, just random people who were very rich and they basically never worked, so they sat at the restaurant for hours. And then my second semester started at uni, and I barely finished the first semester while working, so I asked the hotel manager if it's okay to take a semester long break from working, and then continue when I'm done with my exams, and she said sure. And last month when I finished this semester and went back working, I saw that these guests are still sitting there, every day, and they still asking for the same order.

So when I went to them, to ask what they want, they looked at me, and with bewildered look in their face, they said "The usual" because they remembered me that I worked there. Mind you I was not working for 5 months at this point-

And I was like "Sorry, I don't remember your usual order, can you repeat it?"

And they did, but they were so confused and hurt, like

I'm sorry, I spent a whole semester, studying english, and ancient history, and learning french and latin, and reading way too many books for my classes, and trying to remember a whole lot of writers names and their poems titles, and their themes and motifs while trying to stay sane. I do Not remember your usual order lady

[bugecedeseninicinyakalim]

[2014dolls]

[ellempeh]

So much for staring a blog, ey?

[reyhan-bloq]

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[shadowangel-xd]

Hello spooky readers! Just wanted to let everyone know I have finished another animatic on my YouTube channel! My yt is the same as my username on here, and it is the song monster by Meg and dia(song is below to stream) and is a fan animatic for the amazing digital circus by glitch and gooseworx on yt!

I’d appreciate it if you’d watch it :)

Gn spooky people :p

[jenn0ksblog]

Cuando el pasado te atormente recordale que ya está muerto.

[letsdeconstructtogether]

I Ain't Ever Being A White Man's Servant Again

To make college work, I had to serve. I worked the front at Mickey D's, cooked pasta and omelette at request at my college's cafeteria and worked the machines at Starbucks.

I couldn't help but notice that in these establishments, the customer base didn't look like me. Those who I worked with did.

I bared through smiles, through friendliness. Made them feel special. In hindsight, it didn't help me get tips. I got remarks, like ‘look at her twirl’ or ‘you should smile’. Maybe it was more for myself, to make my experience more enjoyable, tolerable. A customer once got perturbed at the fact I didn't know what an Americano espresso was, though he was the only one to ever order such a thing.

I bared this so I had enough to buy what I needed to live in college. I bared this to pay my rent, get groceries. It was a hustle. While others got to rest and party after classes on the weekends, I was serving and mopping floors. I gritted this for years.

After receiving my bachelor's, I breached the waters, gasping the sweet succulent air of freedom. No more kissing ass, no more servitude. No more mopping floors, dealing with complicated recipes, no more fake smiles, no more arrogant customers. From now on, I'd rise, I'd look them in the eye. I can frown, I can walk away. I am now equal, I now have strength.

I broke out. You can break out too. No more servitude, we are not born to be slaves. Our ancestors were kings and queens. They were noble, wise, humble and reverent. We are too.

I Ain't Ever Being A White Man's Servant Again.

[jt-319]

When I post delusional shit about whatever fandom is trending, I get decent engagement. But when I started posting my art here, I get nothing😂😂😭😂

^Me at my art

I’ve learnt Tumblr is chaotic. I love it yet hate it. This is a healthy toxic relationship. Why did I even join in the first place? I really don’t remember🗿And I’m back again after forgetting for the 27th time I have an account

[bugecedeseninicinyakalim]

Güveni sarsılan her insan değişir

[freefanconnoisseur]

[letrasdematondo]

Tortured poet

Ya ha pasado más de un mes de la salida del nuevo disco de Taylor Swift, y cada día tengo una canción favorita diferente.

Florida, con Florence and the machine es mi favorita de todas.

Y el disco me ha gustado mucho, el bridge The Smallest man who ever lived, madre mía , que fuerte. ME encanta.

La de pullas que a lanzado a kim kardashian. No paraba de reirme al escucharlo.

So long, London

ThanK you aIMe

Fornight

Smallest man who ever lived

So High School

A continuación los parrafos que mas se repiten en mi mente

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Florida

Florida is one hell of a drug

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Barricaded in the bathroom with a bottle of wine Well, me and my ghosts, we had a hell of a time Yes, I'm haunted but I'm feeling just fine All my girls got their lace and their crimes And your cheating husband disappeared Well, no one asks any questions here

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I need to forget, so take me to Florida I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida

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The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived

Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead? Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed? Were you writing a book? Were you a sleeper cell spy? In fifty years, will all this be declassified?

And you'll confess why you did it And I'll say, "Good riddance" 'Cause it wasn't sexy once it wasn't forbidden

I would've died for your sins Instead, I just died inside And you deserve prison, but you won't get time

You'll slide into inboxes and slip through the bars You crashed my party and your rental car You said normal girls were boring But you were gone by the morning You kicked out the stage lights But you're still performing

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So Long, London

(el suspiro del inicio es como diciendo, aqui vamos otra vez, otro vez con el corazón roto)

Thinkin, how much sad did you think I had Did you think I had in me? Oh, the tragedy ...

So long, London You'll find someone ...

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You swore that you loved me but where were the clues? I died on the altar waiting for the proof You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days And I'm just getting color back into my face I'm just mad as hell cause I loved this place

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Fortnight

I was supposed to be sent away But they forgot to come and get me

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I love you, it's ruining my life I touched you for only a fortnight I touched you, but I touched you

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Thought of callin' ya, but you won't pick up 'Nother fortnight lost in America Move to Florida, buy the car you want But it won't start up 'til you touch, touch, touch me

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So high school

I feel so high school every time I look at you I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you

(la imagen de ellos besandose en la final de la super bowl)

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Truth, dare, spin bottles (yeah) You know how to ball, I know Aristotle Brand new, full-throttle (yeah) Touch me while your bros play Grand Theft Auto

You knew what you wanted and boy, you got her

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thanK you aIMee

(Vamos, el mayor jodete Kim que se pudo escuchar)

Screamed, "FucK you, aIMmee" to the night sky As the blood was gushing But I can't forget the way you made me heal

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I wrote a thousand songs that you find uncool I built a legacy that you can't undo But when I count the scars, there's a moment of truth That there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you

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And maybe you've reframed it And in your mind, you never beat my spirit black and blue I don't think you've changed much And so I changed your name and any real defining clues And one day, your kid comes home singing A song that only us two is gonna know is about you 'cause

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Everyone knows that my mother is a saintly woman But she used to say she wished that you were dead

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Hasta aquí mi resumen muy personal del disco Tortured Poet

---------- 8 junio 2024 - Letras de Matondo