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thay one post that was like 'tumblr is like if they made a circle of hell for people with moral ocd' is why im medicated and its literally working i can now navigate dilemmas and just 'think' something instead of 6 hours i spend spiralling down the hypothetical situation my opinion is wrong enough to kill every baby and kitten on earth

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you ever been 24 minutes into a 47 minute long youtube video and you're randomly like wait i dont care about this at all. and just leave

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I think pigeons judge us a lot. Like I know many other animals does as well but pigeons have a knack for it. Like their entire facial expressions are there just to make us feel inferior.

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I remember that post about burying a dog in the land before people are buried to guard the place and act as a guide to the rest of souls.

I remember Laika being sent to the space knowing fully well she won't be making it back.

Do you think she's waiting for us there? Do you think she guards the Universe?

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Let's find this space in between us

Let's mark it down and raise the sword,

For how will we survive

If not for the sweet warmth of sin.

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And then one day you realise you want to be old.

You don't want to wake up one day and realise you're old. You want to live each day realising that you are living it. You want to know that you're getting old. That maybe dying isn't the solution. Or the escape or the ending you want. Maybe you don't want to go to sleep wishing you won't wake up the next day. Maybe, even if it's hard, you do wanna wake up and you do wanna go through with it.

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And I don't know whether it's a fear or a future that I kept seeing.

And here is this boy who loves, loves, and keep on loving.

And I don't know how to tell him,

Don't want to be cruel.

In reminding that things don't always stay.

But this boy loves like a boy,

Hoping and cradling and with so much innocence.

Holding on to this love,

Wishing for it to stay always,

Not realising, not accepting

That nothing is constant in life but change

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Its quieter in the AC class. But in the sleeper, you get to hear everything.

The train, a huge creature made with metal and power, gulps in all the air around it and runs headfast into the night. Its ancestors used to churn coals and breathe fire. But with time everything calms down, and so did the train. But it's still humongous. And it still growls, a reminder to everything else what it is capable of. As the train kept going, I realised there's no noise the world can make now than the incessant fighting of the wheels underneath me. And so, the sounds gets heavier. But it's not scary, I wondered why. The sleeper coach is filled with tired human lives and excited breath of the train. Its stale odour kept the people in it company. In AC class, you don't realise all of this. But in sleeper coach you find how mortal even the train is. And how it is still fast and heavy. The sleeper coach embraces the night and the people in it feels the haunted dreams of its inhabitants in every single breath they take.

Isn't it funny, how both the AC class and the sleeper coach is in one train but the people are vastly apart, feel things much more differently? How the train treats its cargo so differently? After all we are all in the belly of the train, soon to be digested and never to be remembered.