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Chelsea Wolfe, from Birth Of Violence; “The Mother Road,”  rel. c. 2019

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The real Animal Crossing experience is when you start shipping your villagers with eachother based on like one thing you saw and 3 lines of dialogue.

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can pinterest please stop emailing me about my mental health - i don’t need the reminder 😦😦😦

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me and my friends from our monthly drinking sesh

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sorry for acting so strange & irregular it will happen again

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“A person who thinks all the time has nothing to think about except thoughts. So, he loses touch with reality and lives in a world of illusions.”  - Alan Watts

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fuck u i wont do what u tell me

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in the clerb, we all fam

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more progress on my shark villagers!

the plan is to upload the mod once i've finished replacing every cub with a shark. i want to finish this up so i can make even more sea creatures in animal crossing!!

(sorry they're in the void, it's the best way to get a picture of all of them!!)

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living is hard bro

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dear brain shut up pls

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Combining my two favorite things to get the dopamine levels of someone on heroin

Feel free to zoom in and find all the little details I hid in their outfits

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a depressing poem

The Present

Your presence draws me in, but with each visit i grow to scorn the invisible weight that you leave on my shoulders, never to pick up again and lighten the load.

Lighten the load or i'll drown, sink into unknown territory. What you don't tell me i fear, what you do tell me i dread, brazen, brutal, beating, senseless depression; snakes down my spine and settles, slicing into my skin and my soul all at once.

a false friend it leads me away,

stop, turn back?

But absence of reason and desire for sensation commandeer my mind.

After being stripped of my vices i'm left bare and broken, with you.

You, your name stings my tongue, it's bitter taste all i deserve but none of what i need.

A manifestation of my traits for which i seek sympathy but for which i deserve none.

A preventable pain, it's killer behind a glass ceiling, a place above for the elite, the able, the happy.

It taunts me savagely like i'm a caged bird with a broken wing - just less beautiful - just a flaw of nature

- just a failure of creation. let me out and i'll still fall face first.

Don't liken me to a bird, or any of God's creatures; my faults are what define me as without them there's nothing left.

A rotting skeleton depriving itself of a cure, a perilous phenomenon.

How could it not want to live?