#I AM NOT FINEEEEEEE

[purplelovingbanana]

I’m sad. I lost my pencil. Now I can’t draw. :(

[coconut530]

Wrap it up!!

Thank you Jewel Ham

[bookwyrminspiration]

it's been multiple years and the house has burned down zero times but every single time we light a fire in the woodstove i am SO paranoid it'll go wrong. it was installed diy by someone who figures things out as they go surely it's going to kill us

[kisumitenderly]

When Kisumi is in a good mood his voice has a musical quality to it. His voice sounds almost like a melody as it’s a higher register. His laughter like chimes as it flows more freely when he’s truly content.

He’s actually not a big singer, he’ll sing a bit to himself when he’s on a drive. He does enjoy doing karaoke and sounds halfway decent. He just doesn’t have that confidence to belt out a tune. Rhythm however he understands. If he had to pick an instrument it would obviously be percussion (not the piano he was forced to learn).

[euclydya]

man c'mon

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

the sensible part of my brain is like maybe I should fess up to my doctor at the appointment tomorrow and the part of my brain that got me into this mess in the first place is like no absolutely cannot do that until it's got bad enough it should have got stitches again (but unless I hit a vein I am not going to get stitches)

[seaofreverie]

My brother is on vacation in Japan but returning soon so of course I had to use this once in a lifetime opportunity to perhaps get some physical media that might be impossible to get otherwise, so I asked him to visit Tower Records and sent him my wishlist and today he sent me a photo of a whole bag from the store and now I'm wondering if I'm in fact insane for zooming in on the photo and trying to see if the bag is in fact even a bit transparent and if I can make out what at least the one record in the very front is. I guess I could just ask him what he got since I'm so impatient and starved for anything positive to think about, so now my plight is whether I ask him now and ruin the exciting suprise of learning it in person, or spend who knows how many more days without knowing. There's only one thing I can be maybe sure of which is that he sent me a quick video too from his visit two days earlier where I could see that they had what appeared to be Sparks self-titled on vinyl (ONE OF THE TOP ONES ON MY WISHLIST) so unless someone grabbed it in the 2 days since I can expect that one..... But overall yeah this is huuuge but also at this moment I'm kind of dying over here because of this

[rejoiceandcomplain]

maybe I just need a nap and I'll be fine

[claitea]

i bought an arceus model kit :)

[m1st3r-s1lly]

Real real 😔

Think about it bro

[nasa-parker]

omg first live show of the year tomorrow :0

[rainecreatesstuff]

Oop asking for things I need. Shaking.

[fagdykebassboy]

I need to get some fuckin weed to fall asleep i Can Not keep doing this shit its 2 am ill be lucky if im asleep at 3:30

[thefirstimagifabricator]

that art I just rbed linked back to this so. here I am again. and I have some Thoughts that just happened so ima share them bc. I want to

so I have two sets of thoughts. first one is actually the second I thought of while looking at this post but is smth from ~10 minutes before (re-)seeing it so. putting that first—

btw this first one is. less orv and kinda more general and personal lol (though not in terms of info and shite—I’m not doxxing myself or oversharing trauma or wtv lmao 💀)

just. the first sentence of the second paragraph here. “the moment you love a story it becomes immortal, neverending.” it reminded me of the thought process I had like ten minutes ago, that was about how just. I love stories so so much and. wait actually lemme backtrack slightly—stories are immortal so long as they’ve been told and remembered; they’re the things that carry through time, the ones we haven’t forgotten even over millennia—and that’s why I want to read them (or watch them or wtv) and why I want to write them, because I want to remember, and I want to be remembered. but then I was thinking about all the forgotten stories, and it made me sad—but then I also thought that, if they’ve been told, and people have listened, then they’ve made an impact, haven’t they? they left a mark, a portion of influence, even if seemingly not very large. and so they’re immortalized in the passage of time, in their impact, in how they affected people and their emotions and how they thought about things and did things and what things they did—that all cannot be removed from the process of time; it is there forever, and therefore is immortal.

second thought thing!! this is also kinda personal, a bit more so than the first, but also more directly orv-related lol. though it’s also a lot longer and, tbh, kinda darker, and also I think less coherent and more ramble-y so ima put it under a cut I think—

so I. I am a kdj kinnie lol—but really what I mean when I say that is that I see myself in him, and himself in me—but it’s like looking into the deep end of a pool from a shallower area, and it’s like you somehow swam to where you are from somewhere nearer to that deep end without realizing you were doing so most of the time. looking back and realizing now how you’d been drowning without being aware, having not even ever really taken a breath of air, or not enough of them to get the taste of it, and not enough to miss it—and all the points where you finally caught a lungful of it, but also where you were thrown deeper, and the pain burning in your lungs screaming for air that wasn’t within reach—seeing now how you’ve found close companions along the way and helped each other in your journey, if even just as motivation to chase each other and continue onwards most of the time—and knowing how some days and some weeks and sometimes months you still slip deeper, you trip, your head goes beneath the surface, and you flounder.

but you see all this. and you look back. and you see another. and they look just like you, and their path is quite similar, but more ragged, and deeper, further beneath the surface most of the time, shoved there by forces he couldn’t control. and you want to reach out, to guide him gently along to reach where you are now, but you can’t reach him, can’t touch him, can speak to him no matter how hard you try. so all you can do is hope for his sake.

I think I also still see his flaws in myself, the habits we share that I curse him for and yet, hypocritically, still persist in—and yet we are also different in not just overall scope and depth of the ‘water’ we’re trapped in, but how far we’ve come and how much we’ve changed—I kin Kim Dokja because he reminds me of myself, yet the recognition of our similarities leads me further and further from him, ironically.

so I think what I’m saying, in relation to the original post, is that Kim Dokja has helped to teach me how to drag myself along and continue to live, but largely in how he’s taught me not to do so, or rather, called attention to things I’ve already learned not to do for that…and people may say that then it doesn’t make sense for me to kin him, as he is a cautionary tale to me—which would make sense, except he isn’t such; all that most separated the circumstances and occurrences of his life from mine were just that—circumstances set up by incidents which he had no control over, not really, things that could happen to anyone but happened to all happen to him—a collection of tragedies set up by chance.

orv and its core message being: live, even if you must claw your way out of the grave and even if you must burn every page of this book to keep you warm. you can consume us to sustain you through the winter and we will still be there when spring arrives.

the moment you love a story it becomes immortal, neverending. take it. take all of it. we don't mind.

[kuiinncedes]

;-;

[thewalkingdilf]

i saw this trend on twitter of people editing these glasses on different people so of course i jumped at the opportunity to put this random png of glasses on daryl and AHHHHH why am i so obsessed with it😭😭 HE LOOKS SO FINEEEEEEE like please sedate me