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EATS YOUR ART AND CHEWS ON THE HEADCANONS!!!!! HI!!!!!! I FREAKING LOVE YOUR DADOW AU!!!!!!!!

WAHH THANK YOU I'M GLAD YOU LIKE THEM!!! they make me cry a whooole lot <3

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in another universe you remembered my birthday

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I love the word "partner"

Are we married? Are we dating? Are we running a small business together? Are we in the middle of an elaborate plan to kill an ancient godlike being?

You'll never know

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March 24 2024

Sonic might not be much of a singer (that's more Tails' thing), but whenever his kid is bummed out, he'll pull out his guitar and start singing to lift his spirits.

Normally it's just Tails feeling like he doesn't deserve the life he has now, or that Sonic might leave him like all of the families Tails had beforehand. So Sonic has a small list of songs he switches between to remind him that the two are stuck together like glue.

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November 28 2023

Nightmare

Tails often tries to handle everything by himself, much to the dismay of everyone around him.

But every now and then, his child instincts get the better of him (normally when he's exhausted) and he does things he would call 'impulsive'. Sonic will always let Tails do these things, always wishing the kit would allow himself to be more childish, so the few times Tails lets his guard down enough is always met with open arms, even at 3 in the morning.

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i want so many more scars i wanna be covered in them :(

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I need to separate myself from everyone i care about so i dont hurt them when i kill myself

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i want to be treated like a little kid right now. in a good way. i just want someone to hold me and tell me everything is going to be just fine. just to let me cry into their arms. like a little kid being comforted after a nightmare. i just want to genuinely believe that everything is going to be okay eventually. i just need to know i'm going to be okay.

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whoops

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tw: sh scars mention

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ oh, sweetheart... you got another boo-boo, didn't you? oh, little one... i'm so sorry. it's going to be okay, no, i'm not mad i promise. mama just wants a sweet little one like you to not have to hurt! boo-boo's hurt. mama loves you and wants to keep you safe, you know.

here, lets put some pretty band-aids on those scars. cute ones! i bought the ones that look like crayons just for you. oh! and some with your favorite characters on them! i bought you some sleeves for your arms too! they'll keep you warm and keep your arms feeling soft. isn't that nice, sweetie?

it's going to be ok. you're going to be okay, mama's here. i promise, i'm not going anywhere.

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One by one, she let them go.

The rope was the first to go. She burnt it, at midnight; a small, sputtering flame that reeked as it burned, like it was curling slowly into a ticking bomb. She felt like it was, too; but she watched it until nothing but pale ash remained, and then she left that in a pile and walked away.

Next she took the bottle of pills she had been saving for so long, and went to the lake, and poured them in, like white rain. Then she watched as they dissolved, until the gentle current picked up the last swirl of powder and it was gone. She wiped away her tears, and rinsed the bottle, shaking the water from it like teardrops.

After that, she took the brick from her room and put it back in the stack she had stolen it from. While she walked home, through the hot dusty noon, she thought about how beautiful the deep blue sky was.

The last, and hardest, to give up was a small package containing almost a hundred razor blades. But one day she took them out again, looked at them long, and then went and dug a grave, too small for anything other than the package, and when she had done she put them in and poured the dirt back, and stamped on it until even she could not have known exactly where to dig, though the marks of digging were still evident on the overturned earth.

One by one, she let them go.

And at last, when she held everything gently, she picked up the reins of life again, and went on.

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sketch in notes

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suddenly childhood ended and now i am supposed to know how to live

Franz Wright Entry In An Unknown Hand / Elena Ferrante (tr. Ann Goldstein) Those Who Leave and Those Who Stay (via @luthienne) / Jenny Zhang How It Feels / Anna Kamienska Astonishments / unknown / Gabrielle Bates & Jennifer S. Cheng So We Must Meet Apart / W. Todd Kaneko The Day After / image; SZA Blind / Ethel Cain Dog Days / @darkerthanerebus / pinterest

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it is getting too lonely, too cold, too empty, and too dull for me

Warsan Shire 34 Excuses For Why We Failed At Love (via @metamorphesque) / @loubis-and-champagne / unknown / unknown / Mahmoud Darwish (trans. John Berger & Rema Hammami) Mural / unknown / image: unknown words: Mitski Crack Baby / Franz Kafka diary entry dated April 27, 1915 (via @dailykafka) / unknown / Shirley Jackson The Haunting of Hill House / Vincent Van Gogh from The Complete Letters

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TW Very graphic SH vent art + rant. Please take this tw seriously or don't view if you're not wantin to or not n a good position mentally to see shit like this

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Final warning.

i know i usually do more chill shit where sh isn't the focus, but i am not fuckin well. tonight was bad. it took a lot to not go through with finishin the job. i like to show sh rep in a more natural light cuz it's hard existin havin scars n not feelin shame or weird about it. but those scars don't come from some fun fuckin thing. this shit literally sucks. it is getting harder to stay here. i don't blame anyone who wants to give me shit for this drawing. i deserve any hate. i'm taking soth park and just fuckin it with this. i know mfs come here for funny haha, but i can't always do that. i'm not a happy person. i'm not a healthy or sane person. this helps me vent off some bs, but that doesn't negate from the fact that i'm just using this as a vessel of my issues. i sat on my floor, bloody, tears n snot runnin down my face ready to end it. i am sick. and i am sorry.

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God is in the darkness.

When you are on the floor, weeping, begging, trying to pray with a head full of everything and nothing - God is there, is listening to your heart and knowing what you ask for. God is there beside you, never failing, never forsaking.

God is in the darkness.

When you are holding a knife, choked with sobs or empty, full of anger or bitter resignation - God is there, wants to wipe away every tear. God loves you far more than you love yourself.

God is in the darkness.

When you are thinking about ending your life, can't stop the thoughts of how and when - God is there, calling you fearfully and wonderfully made. God sent Jesus to spill his blood and not our own.

God is in the darkness.

"But God shows his love for us in that while we were yet sinners Christ died for us."

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God is in the darkness.

When you are on the floor, weeping, begging, trying to pray with a head full of everything and nothing - God is there, is listening to your heart and knowing what you ask for. God is there beside you, never failing, never forsaking.

God is in the darkness.

When you are holding a knife, choked with sobs or empty, full of anger or bitter resignation - God is there, wants to wipe away every tear. God loves you far more than you love yourself.

God is in the darkness.

When you are thinking about ending your life, can't stop the thoughts of how and when - God is there, calling you fearfully and wonderfully made. God sent Jesus to spill his blood and not our own.

God is in the darkness.

"But God shows his love for us in that while we were yet sinners Christ died for us."