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This was fun. It‘s been a while since I‘ve gotten to read a brain trip article like that.

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So depersonalized, who am I?

Got a reflection I don't recognize

I'm living someone's life

But this life does not feel like mine

Someone's been in my room

Someone wore my shoes

Someone went to my school

Someone is doing things I can't do

Who wrote this with my pen?

Who's been using my notebooks again?

On my phone are messages that get sent

Is this my family? Are these my friends

Is this really my name?

Are these my thought inside my brain?

Am I real or am I fake?

Does it matter either way?

Someone did my drugs

Someone crashed my car

Someone fucked me up

I wonder who they are

Someone gave away my love

Someone told them how I felt

Who knows how true it was?

Those feelings came from someone else

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I’m glad you’re working so hard, and truly care about what you do. And remember, you are not on a pedestal - there is no requirement of you. Your actions are your choice alone.

I have too much going on currently with making beats, freestyle rapping to beats, writing lyrics to beats, recording lyrics onto beats, finding cover art for music projects, guitar practice, making songs with a guitar, singing/ vocal practice, and my regular life stuff.

I have neglected to write any poetry and post it to here. A large majority of my energy has been going into music and I'm getting a tiny taste of burnout. I can't tell if I'm working this hard because I hate myself or because I love myself, but shit is getting done

Thank you for reading my poetry here on Tumblr so far, you are a great community!

Oh! And I will soon have a bunch of music to release if anyone is into that stuff.

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What's left of me? Can you tell?

Am I a human or am I a shell?

Can I rest in peace? Inside this hell?

It burns my flesh, how does it smell?

Gratitude turns a prison into a home

Costumes of friends can be worn by foes

The worst life to live is the greatest story ever told

The self hated are loved way more than they know

Am I enough? Are they more?

Do I matter if I'm not adored?

Are they rich? Or am I poor?

Are they together? Or am I torn?

A 2nd house, close to the shore

3 new cars and one is a Porsche

Expensive wine, they pop the cork

Ocean view is from their porch

Do they have too much? Or is it the norm?

All of these things I can't afford

Is money important when life is so short?

What are these comparisons for?

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Sounds absolutely beautiful.

New song I am working on.

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I refuse to apologise for my earlier post about Elon musk being a beta so alternatively I will drop another conspiracy theory.

Melania trump is Donald’s alpha.

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May I suggest calling yourself a writer but only doing the worldbuilding and character creation if the storytelling is difficult? Also I like to craft (all types of craft in existence) and sewing comes in handy the most. Plus you can make a lot of personalized gifts. I hope what I said was coherent I am very slightly feverish right now

What do normal people do for fun

Genuinely

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:3

Write a poem on condolences (I keyboard smashed and got that from autocorrect)

I feel sorry, losing, lost -

Drowning underneath the weight

Of the price, outcome, cost -

All my sorrows, all my hate.

You are sad, crying, hurt -

It is my fault, can’t you see

You are mad, angry, curt -

And I get it, it’s on me.

I will help, nurture, fix -

And when there’s no more I can do,

It’s for naught, nothing, nix -

But I will lay down next to you.

This is wrong, faulty, strange -

Heavy as steel, light as a feather.

But with time, waiting, change -

We‘ll still be stuck in this together.

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Lyschko ist auch eine gute Name. Sehr alt, aber ich liebe alte Namen.

We need to bring the name Amadeus back. Why’d we stop with Mozart? That’s a fucking awesome name, and anyone who saw it would recognize it as Mozart’s middle name. It’s cool as hell, bring it back, along with Mitzi.

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Why the fuck are the zombies in the Walking Dead or whatever the fuck called Walkers. That’s stupid. I can walk too. It’s not even like a defining trait that they were suddenly able to gain after being zombified I feel like there’s a more important characteristic there. Maybe they should be called the Brain-eaters or the Unalived in order to prevent TikTok from happening or even just make up a new name like the Schmorps. Anyway the only explanation I will accept is that everyone with the last name “Walker” was turned into a zombie. Yeah those guys the Walkers everybody knows them. Tragic case really.

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I think about that George SJW Bush comic like once a month

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We need to bring the name Amadeus back. Why’d we stop with Mozart? That’s a fucking awesome name, and anyone who saw it would recognize it as Mozart’s middle name. It’s cool as hell, bring it back, along with Mitzi.

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@discarded-like-your-roses how lovely of you! Unfortunately, I am not ace. But I am very glad you tried to think of me!

Tumblr Tuesday: Ace Art

Happy Asexual Awareness Week to all aces and your allies. Here is a collection of exuberant ace art for your exuberant ace hearts. Keep on breaking those allo assumptions, one artwork at a time 🖤🩶🤍💜

@sandrune-art:

@evocaitart:

@unwashedace:

@tinyflowerclub:

@vuelode-irbis:

@szczurherbacany:

@wafflenati0n:

@dinxie:

@pokimoko:

@werew0lfprincess:

@plutonicbees:

@cowheist:

@lokithefoolishegg:

@yujateaandpi:

@transcendragon:

@starryaves:

@kyri45:

@squishlamb:

@peppermintbits:

@kateammann:

@soni-dragon:

@kynni-purri:

@theartofmadeline:

@icannotgetoverbirds:

@meoskyan:

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My computer never overheats and has perfectly functioning ventilation. The ice pack on the bottom is for aesthetic purposes. You wouldn’t get it

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mirai rikka

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If the events of Into The Pit happened to me I would be screwed because we have an open floorplan and there’s no running from a bunny wabbit there

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you wake up, but you don’t remember falling asleep. the metal floor you lie under is lulling, the sharp cold sapping away at your body heat and leaving you with the desire to fall back asleep. but you cannot. you don’t even know where you are.

the first lesson your parents ever taught you was this: when in a situation you know nothing of, analyse it immediately. there is no room for desperation or fear, only careful thought. this being?

you cannot focus on your exhaustion, or your head injury, or your confusion. you must look to the future.

to find the future you must analyze the present. in the present, you notice the entire room is metal, windowless, and small. large enough to where if you reach up you cannot touch the ceiling, but small enough that if you were to jump you could touch the large-ish vent in the center of the ceiling. there is nothing in this room except for yourself, the ceiling vent, your empty backpack, and 3 doors.

3 doors. 3 futures.

which shall you pick?

door 1 is metal, as is every other door. this metal is the same color as the rest of the room, but is adorned with a purple symbol. it looks half-hazardly painted on. the symbol is an upside-down “Y” shape, except all lines are of equal length too each other, and between each space is a large dot. the paint smells weird up close, and still loots wet despite not dripping.

door 2 is metal, as is every other door. the metal is slightly lighter then the metal of the room, and does not open with a handle as the other 2 doors do. it instead has a scanning device where you place your hand and it reads your prints to find your authorization level. you are authorized to open the door.

door 3 is metal, as is every other door. the metal is significantly darker then the rest of the room, looking older as well. the bolts holding the door together are study, but also thicker. some older make and model then before, less sleek. there is a dirty yellow “X” shape painted on the door, drips of paint forever dried on the door and floor below. it looks like it was supposed to be neon yellow, but it is just too old to be bright anymore.