#it is that
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Me, feeling nervous/anxious/bad: Ough, I feel like. I'm forgetting something.
The void in my stomach: Feed me..........
Me: No, it can't be that 🤔
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Just gonna have this existential crisis about how everyone's emotions suddenly make sense since I've been looking at crushes and love my way.
#I thought a relationship was about being friends and then being super friends#It is that#but like more statistically#There's a apparently a feeling to it#oh my stars
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being 14 and closeted and queer is like listening to my chemical romance thru shitty broken earbuds u got at the gas station for $5
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im just gonna say it rn, i think we interact better with ccs when we dont know they’re there
like okay, sure we could be lame-asses and treat acct with cc urls as the real thing OR we could be the chad that gets bitches and assumes that everyone is a fan even if they’ve proven otherwise extensively.
like think about it
just just seriously contemplate how fuckin hilarious it would be if like ranboos string bean ass logs on to tumblr and publicizes his url (for whatever reason, idk man this is hypothetical) and his inbox is just thousands of little shits calling him a kinnie of himself
certainly im not the only one who finds that hillarious
tommyinnt? no no no thats a fuckin philza stan if i’ve seen one, tommyinnit kinning ass
on a separate note, i kinda hope that the ccs dont get tumblr, both for their own good (ex: psmp, dilfza, the ringworm post) and bc we would be swamped with twitter shits who don’t know how to use tumblr and try cancelling us for not wanting technoblade dead
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I should not be laughing at my fic as much as i am but here we are i need to sleep 🤣
#will probably be my only contribution to mini mercelot week :(#but i hope it will be a good one#and the sequel to love lettters 👀#it is that#we shall see tomorrow#my fic#mine
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Listening to I See Fire in the context of feanorian just hits different
#and if the night is burning i will cover my eyes#for if the dark returns then my brothers will die..#OUCH#dagor bragollach#it is that#maedhros making the union? also that#any kinslaying? this line is ready to rip me open again
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Hmmm I think this classifies as a Bad Day
#you know in stardew valley when the oracle person says the spirits are angry and bad luck will happen#it is that#not traumatizing#just an especially Bad time#if you would like to know just ask#i will answer after I thoroughly disinfect myself#heck#._.
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The Storm
He was the storm clouds, dreary and looming. The result of long built-up pain. She was the rain, there to bear his load, soothe his anguish and make him light again.
He was the thunder, booming and loud. A roar in the silent night. She was the lightning, a flash of light across the dark sky. A glimmer of hope in his eyes.
And then she was the sky, a reflection of all that he felt. Good and bad, light and dark shown in abundance. And he was the sun, hidden behind the clouds of pain and despair. Only to return once the storm had passed.
Together they were the storm. Fighting through the hurt and searching for the light that meant it was over. And then they were the aftermath. The clearing sky, white fluffy clouds, and a beautiful rainbow that meant that they had survived.
#i wrote a poem#not a very good poem#but a poem#it is that#poem#writing#my writing#word post#projecting#in a mood today#self-isolation#isolation#coronavirus#covid_19#pandemic#the end of the world#as we know it
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It is so hard to pull myself out of bed on Friday afternoon to go to shul at 7 pm. I just want to use lotion to massage my joints and hopefully pop my shoulder back into place instead of sit in a hard pew and potentially risk back problems that might have me in bed all Saturday.
But I always regret it if I don't. Would it be too weird if I brought a pillow for my back?
#it is THAT#bad#if i get my shoulders back in the right place#then i want to lay down on my back#i can telk my spine is curved too but#cant afford chiropractor now#whining
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I’ve already started planning my saving the universe snacks.
“Awesome. You remembered the Funions?”
#askagentsitwell#can't save the universe without funions#id D&D has taught me nothing else#it is that
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Signs I know I am going to have to start writing my new novel idea soon:
I randomly cry thinking about my characters
#in case you're wondering what i'm currently doing#it is that#my life#writing#god#what is a plot though?
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Well, now my mom knows I'm sad & fretting which is annoying. She feels guilty & I them I feel guilty & I got like 10 minutes of feeling numb which I greatly prefer to this. Also netflix won't connect & I just do the want to deal with any of this.
#also 100% convinced Boy has lost interest#like#it is that#I'm going to be alone & sad & probably right where my sad excuse for existing belongs
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there is technically nudity below the cut, pls do not click through if you are a smol bean
or at least dont tell me if you do, i’m not your mom, w/e
when you buy bubble bath for the first time in sixteen years and are mostly just dicking around taking selfies because bubbles. bubble selfies. bubble selfies totally not inspired by one of your favorite fics. and ignoring the cat who’s trying to convince you she’s dying from separation anxiety outside the bathroom door
*BUTT THEN* but then one turns out nice
pls enjoy this approximate 1/10th of my ass, because I do
#buttbble selfies
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Respecting someones gender idenity no matter what it is takes 0 effort and in no way effects how your day go, so if you can’t do that. You are a piece of shit
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THAT’S IT - IT IS THAT
"ever thine, ever mine, ever ours"
Accept my words will you? Pretend this sounds decent. I am truly sorry that I don’t know how to write. I’ve seen you writing a thousand times but I had no idea it’d be so hard to make a couple of phrases rhyme…
I only think of you. Damn it, that’s it. It is that.
Easy yet hard. Simple yet complicated...
I’m stupid. I’m foolish. I’m everything you never needed but everything you’ve ever wanted. Everything your friends warned you about and the killer risk you took. A pair of brown eyes far from being as sweet as chocolate, pink lips you kissed that tasted like the drink you hated the most, I wasn’t as good as black vodka… but that didn’t matter, because I was the one that you loved the most and you never liked sweet things anyways, apparently cheap beer was okay.
I bet you won’t understand what I say, or accept this after all my known mistakes. My voice is shaking, I’ve been looking at this computer screen for way too long, it’s hard to type, I didn’t know how the hell it felt to actually write…
Saying your name is impossible without feeling a tear and kid, you know I don’t cry. Alright, maybe once or twice, but that was because of that clingy movie we watched that one time... I’m pathetic. I don’t even seem to find the guts to admit the many times that because of you I cried. I sighed... and wished I could be better so I’d be enough for someone as good as you...
You.
This will probably be far from being clear but I pray so you can hear my voice whispering in your ear… Shiver a little, bite your lip and say you hate me under your breath, then grab your phone and call me saying you regret me, that you unfortunately madly love me, that I’m nothing but a disease with no treatment, that I suck because I broke your heart for no understandable reason, that I’m so irrelevant though I know all your secrets.
Hey, hearing heels echoing on the floor, makes my heart stop every time. Wishing it was you kills me slowly. Fuck, I’m so lonely. I didn’t want to curse but I just want you to show up out of the blue and read me something beautiful and that rhymes. Hold me against your body and tell me that I’ll be fine.
I’m a grown man with nothing but doubts and insecurities that lead me to my own destruction, my own heartbreak. I seemingly have no idea on how to use my apparent intelligent brain because letting you go was the dumbest thing I’ve done to this day. How could I… How could I walk away? From someone as pure as you, someone who’d count the steps I took, who’d fix anything I dared to break...
My love, my love. Kid, if you allow me…
Best writer I will ever know, I will ever trust. Honest words, child-like smile and delicate hands. Touch me in places no one else can. Wear your classic glasses and reject my sincere words when I say you still look beautiful, as always, as usual.
I have nowhere to go, no shelter, no warm arms or comforting phrases… I know I’ll want you forever, for ages and ages.
Forgive me if that’s not asking for too much… I bet it is, of course it is. I know I don’t even deserve your meanest comments, but your voice is haunting me. I’m falling in pieces, slowly and painfully.
“You AND Me…” memories with no remedy, love songs with no melody. The title of a book that wasn’t written, our stupid fights as I made you dinner, you’d always complain because all we ate was chicken, I’m sorry I’m not the best cook and I also apologize for not considering sushi my favorite food – but order it then, though I don’t like it as much. I’ll give it another try, once again, because I love you too much.
How bad is being? How sad are you feeling? It was not my intention to hurt you but I did. I should’ve told the whole world I loved you but I didn’t.
Baby set me on fire. Just like one of your cigarettes, light me up whenever you desire. Step on me when you finish, maybe like that I’ll feel something, I’ll see something.
How long has it been? How many sleepless nights and how many unsent texts written? I admit that I was never down for words, yours were the only ones I spent time with, I fell in love with…
I screwed up, weren’t you waiting for it? Weren’t you expecting it? It’d be a surprise if I treated you the way you deserve, it’d actually be a blessing from above. I’ve ruined so many things we’ve once built, brick by brick… through days, weeks and months, I’d say years but that just makes me feel worse about everything I caused. The pain in your heart, what ended because it had a bad start.
But I am sorry, though it means nothing at the moment. I only think of you. That’s it, it is that.
Your unfaithful lover that loves you still.
- Innocent love -
Mar Figueiredo C
(different point of view)
Copyright © 2015 Figueiredo. All rights reserved.
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People who chew their gum loudly need to be kept on another plane of existence from me
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