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(crawls on all fours with blood drenched on me) I have to do arts and crafts

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upon the first moment of wakefulness,

the first thought that forms,

it’s hot

the dry air tugs at already chapped lips,

sun burns down on feathered wings.

so instinct calls,

calls to them to fly,

to spread their wings and run,

outrun the shine of the sun,

the blistering heat.

and the sunlight blinds them, turns their world to nothing but the white of the sands,

and it makes them weak, every beat of their wings, barely more than a few seconds of air.

they run more so than fly, into salvation.

dry land, dirt under their feet instead of grainy sand.

trees.

and further still, water.

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Being an evil doppelganger has to be so fucked up like imagine meeting a better version of yourself. Some chain of events going differently that led to "you" being a better person in a way you can never achieve. Personally I'd have no other option but to try and kill them

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i hurt myself with Big Jack by Pet Foolery (can find on instagram) again and no one seems to have posted the whole comic so. here. someone reminded me of it and i tracked it down. gonna go cry in a corner now.

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haiku #15, tathev simonyan

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idgaf i will never get tired of the dog motif. it will never be cliche it will never be trite it will never not hit hard. i see a dog coded character crawl back to their owner even after being kicked and the inside of my brain looks like this

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via pitkeeper on ig

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hey i’m actually using my claws and sensitive snout to dig in the soil right now can i call you back

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i used to get jealous in high school because my teavhers who had creative writing assignments never complimented my work like some of the kids who were good at writing, and now im rereading and i really, just. wasnt that great at writing. i was better than average sure but definitely nothing exemplary. i can see the vision but the, everything, in my writing is just as stilted as the way i used to speak and express myself

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you know what would fix me? going up to the mountains and taking pictures with my shitty camera all day

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im one of the angels assigned to guard god's throne and i keep shaving a piece of wood off one of the legs so it gets progressively thinner and weaker until one day it will snap like a matchstick and the big man will topple from his seat of power to grace the ground with his holy ass. of course he's omniscient so he already knows this and will have to banish me from heaven when it happens, but because of free will he has to give me the option to repent right until the very end. we both know i'm not going to do it but the rules that define our very being won't let us take any other course of action and besides he made me this way, so really the joke's on him no matter what.

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Rebecca Sugar cooked with "Character whose entire existence is devoted to the service of another character who's now dead and now they have no idea what to do with themselves except live." I love that shit. I forged myself into a tool for you and now you're gone. I'm sniffing this like a bloodhound

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