#words on the wind

[sycamorality]

sometimes, i think about how many minecraft servers there could still be running idly despite not having been touched in years. just there, running, until one day they eventually shut down... unbeknownst to anyone, because nobody even knows they were still running in the first place. they were just there, existing, in some odd form of limbo. someone placed the last block, someone died the last death, someone killed the last mob, someone shot the law arrow, someone lotted the last chest, someone tamed the last dog, someone cut down the last tree.... and someone logged on and off for the last time, all without knowing they were gonna be the last person to do it. without knowing that what they, and other people on the server did, would be comlpetely lost to time, with nobody left to tell the story, even with the server still running.

how many would even remember those servers, that just run idly, still up, despite nobody remembering them, if they even existed? how many fond memories would have been created on those servers? how many old servers are still running, despite extremely little to no activity? what was everyone's relationship there? had they made enemies or friends? who were their enemies, their friends, their simple acquaintances....

[goldenspringmornings]

I would like to think the most devastating question you could ask either Cassian or Rhysand is “would your mother be proud of the man you’ve become?” but unfortunately there’s literally no way to know because their mothers aren’t real people they’re just plot devices

[cb-writes-stuff]

Do you ever feel like there’s a better life waiting for you, just out of reach, and all you have to do to grab it is let go of what you’re holding on to?

But, you can’t let go. If you let go, you’ll die. Holding on is what keeps you alive. It’s what keeps you safe. And it’s miserable, holding on. Your hand is tired of gripping, and you want nothing more than to let go and fall fully into the new, letting it swallow you completely and inescapably, wrapping you in warmth so suffocating, but for the first time you would really be able to breathe.

But you can’t.

You can’t let go. Your joints are sore, your fingers won’t unbend, your hand is stuck. You don’t want to let go, you won’t let go, you can’t let go.

You can’t let go.

If you let go, you die.

[kaleb-is-definitely-sane]

I languish in aesthetics and words and words and words

[sycamorality]

i read fanfic for a school assignment btw and you dont sucks to suck

[sycamorality]

linguistics is so fucking stupid what do you mean we're saying a thousand thousandgrams. or a thousand thousandwatts. or thousand thousandmeters. what the hell?

[sycamorality]

internet friendships are so insane to me. you could have met this person on a small forum, or on a petsite, or on minecraft, or on some other game, and you had so much fun talking with eachother and maybe playing with eachother. and you were friends. and helped eachother through tough times. and kept eachother's spirits up whenever something went wrong and you went with eachother through thick and thin.

but... there's also those many times where you met someone you played with for maybe a few months, or maybe even years, and then one day, they just vanish. it starts as "last online 1 day ago". and then it goes to "last online 1 week ago". and then "last online 3 months ago". and before you know it, suddenly its "last online 8 years ago". and you don't know what happened to them, or if they even miss you like you do with them. or if they even remember you.

but sometimes... you see someone telling a story, maybe in a youtube comment section or even them talking in a youtube video they posted, on a reddit post or somewhere else, that feels awfully familiar. action by action, save for maybe a few due to it being a retelling of an old memory, it's something you did with them. a near exact retelling of something you two did. maybe they even mention your username. and then you see them talking about how they wonder what happened to you. and that they miss you and wonder if they'd ever be able to contact you again.

and you reach out. you post a comment on their video, or reply to their comment or post, and you mention another thing you two did together. and you ask if its them. you don't get a response immediately, obviously. you can't really expect that.

but maybe the next day or week, or within the next few hours, they reply. and their reply is something along the lines of "OMG DUDE I MISED YOU IT WAS SO FUN PLAYING TOGETHER" or maybe recounting another memory. and you reply with another thing you two did together. and they explain why they never got online again. but that doesn't matter now, because now you're in contact again. maybe you exchange socials so you can talk better. overwhelming happiness, knowing you've met an old friend you loved so dearly who vanished off the face of the earth one day, that you never thought you would find again. and yet here you are, talking with them again, recounting all the fond memories from when you played that game with them, or when they ranted about their older sibling or parents.

there's something so fascinating about that.

[sycamorality]

dude im like

I KNEW SPACE VALK 3 V2 WAS BIG. BUT ACTUALLY OPENING THE WORLD DOWNLOAD MAKES YOU FEEL FUCKING TINY

[sycamorality]

dont you just hate it when you accidentally make another set (full double chests worth) of Bone Block

[sycamorality]

oh no

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"do i have to kill you again?" "hey, it's not a betrayal this time" what if i cried

[sycamorality]

when someone asks me what i like

[sycamorality]

i will never be normal about The Character. hope this helps 💖

[sycamorality]

moodboard for when you are fatigued, tired, sick or not doing well and you are dead

[sycamorality]

i am violently clear [emphasis on the violent]

[sycamorality]

fuuuuuck i got monday tomorrow