a system with an obnoxious amount of discworld fictives, also quite the special interest in discworld, collective pronouns and name are he/him and James
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I think I'll be a lighthouse keeper!! I think I'll be a travelling preacher!!!!
Shayfer James, you made me want to imagine a best version of myself. a flawed and insane best version of myself. good shit my man.
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[[Vent Post]]
Just ruined miso soup and packet Ramen for myself. I just realized that those were comfort/safe foods for me as a kid because, well, they were the only things there were to eat. My parents never bought enough stuff for me to cook for myself, never really taught me to cook for myself, and just kind of let me starve. So I had miso packets/paste and Ramen. During the summer and weekends I only really ate once a day with dinner, maybe twice if dad got fast food when grocery shopping. I had leftovers from dinner some days. But like, I just kind of didnt eat breakfast ever and only had lunch sometimes. I was pretty damn malnourished as a kid. It wasn't like we didnt have the money, they just, didnt buy me food. At least at school I got 2 meals on school lunch.
It's real weird to figure this out as an adult. I just want to eat food without feeling like im taking more than I need. It definitely doesn't help that *i* dont have the money for good food. I will soon hopefully, but jeez. Im mad at my folks.
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Here’s today’s poem ✨
Coffee Cup Moth
It’s pleasant
To burn my fingers
On a hot cup of coffee
The little singe running up my hands
To the nexus of blood on my wrist
It warms me like a spark
Like a little fire to start the day
You used to do much the same
From starting a fire to move me along
To being my hearth each night
Perhaps I’m too fond of being burned
Perhaps you were like a light in the dark
And I was a moth, unable to glance away
But when I finally looked past you
There was a galaxy of stars
Many lights
Many fires
Little sparks
Little warmths
Like the one radiating out
Of my coffee cup
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Put me in your shopping cart and take me with you while you buy your groceries.. you dont have to buy me anything i'll just watch. But i wouldnt refuse a snack or a treat...
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help me pick a title!
I know, I am starting something new instead of finishing something else. but the concept has taken me.
so, I want to write a zombie apocalypse story about a guy who has just discovered he has DID. Like, he has been experiencing symptoms but lacks any form of communication. And literally the day he walks out of a psychiatry office with a diagnosis, the world ends.
It would be an exploration of mental health (Obviously) but also one of the end of the world, isolation, community, and identity.
the main concepts i want to play with is perceptions of health and what we as a society considers "Healthy" as well as how humanity continues to survive when our conventional structures are ripped out from beneath us. Another theme I'm playing with is a lack of destiny or fate. that nothing is guaranteed and everything could change at any moment.
i need a title though,, so vote! democracy!!
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art made instead of sleeping
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Hiya!
I’m trying something! Every day I’ll (attempt to) post a poetry ramble. Who knows. Maybe it’ll be good for me or something ☀️
Here’s today’s. Something about the liminal
Dear sunflower,
Sometimes crossroads make me think of you
The in between spaces, you know?
Like the train station
Half empty, around 3:00 in the afternoon
When the clouds are hanging low, and the trees are gossiping
You used to gossip with the trees
Ask them about the comings and goings around them
You had your roots stuck like them
Watching the world pass you
Grow around you
Trees grow slowly
They observe
Learning
Growing
Sheltering
Trees are good for crossroads
As an anchor
Keeping them from racing away
Into the distance
But sometimes, I must think
Trees do get lonely at the crossroads
Unable to journey forward with the friends they meet
Except in memory
I wonder if you were ever lonely that way
If when darkness falls at the train station you wish you were somewhere else

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u ever wonder if ur associated with a character forever to someone else. like. when ur scrolling ur dash and u see a url u don't recognize and after going to their blog ur like ohhh this is the Character person. yeah ok i remember now.
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"i asked chat gpt-"
well I asked the Glow Cloud (all hail) and it emitted a low whistleing and dropped a lizard on my head.
#wtnv#my beloved podcast#i love referencing the glow cloud#too bad everyone i know doesnt know her#i just look like a maniac at work
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never "look inside" yourself btw i just tried it and there was already someone in there looking back it was so awkward
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The Muppets in The Color of Magic

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i had a strangely touching dream where my mind was parasitized by this frankly scary/gross looking weird immobile alien worm thing, but it meant me no harm and only wanted to get to experience life through me
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Fiiinally getting on a design for Ego Death… it’s been three billion years………
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Wire, a character for a scifi campaign im running soon
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DID feels like this,, suspiciously often
Imagine if you could separate your conscious mind from your body to go chill somewhere else for a while without having to exist in your body all the time, but it turns out that your body can have separation anxiety and once you go back into your body you're suddenly slammed with feeling like pure shit because the whole time you spent fucking off somewhere else, your body has been in a state of nonstop panic attacks out of fear that you might not come back.
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