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“Every living creature on this earth dies alone.”

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vash & wolfwood drawings

Category: Art and Photography

i drew some vash and wolfwood art for a reel i made. here r the original drawings :)))  SPOILERS - Trigun https://imgur.com/a/C41kEsq if anyone wants to see the reel lemme know. idk how to link an insta reel so i would have to figure that out ;-; » Continue Reading

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Altar

Category: Writing and Poetry

Altar  I sit, at the foot of God. Golden Chalice, lifted high into the air. I walk and offer, water to cleanse and to thin. White cloth, tossed from hand to hand, fingertip to fingertip, webbing to webbing. I kneel down, at the side of the altar. The bell sings, its song in my right hand. The Chalice, drops down to the blank counter. The life, is now held high by dying hands. There is a rush,  of ... » Continue Reading

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Cute Videos | Friends & I

Category: Art and Photography

Space Song - September 2022 Freaks - 2021/2022 Hey Lover - 1/14/23 :) » Continue Reading

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Possession

Category: Writing and Poetry

Possession I am possessive. Once I see that it could be mine, I capture it in my skull. Their memories fill the grit of the bone. I grasp tightly, And if I let go, I am afraid I will die. The loss of my own possession, Fills me with horror. If I were to loosen the leeches one bit, Would they run in an instant? I am good at pretending. I pretend that I am not possessive. I do not love you, But I st... » Continue Reading

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Days

Category: Writing and Poetry

Days Day one. I avoided. I returned home unscathed. the only wounds i had,  not of flesh. Day two. I was beat. I was pulled. Objects thrown at my head. I returned home, more broken then before. Day Three. I sat quietly. I wanted to get over it. They screamed,  And once again dug their claws into me. Day Four. It seemed quiet. It was calm. I was relaxed. All was well. I drifted to the furthest wall... » Continue Reading

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Summer

Category: Writing and Poetry

Summer Sink. I sink down, down, down. Into my chair. Into my bed. All I can see from my perch, Is the faces of those who can’t understand. A face of grief, For the person they once saw me to be. As the summer went, The umbilical cord of the breeze was cut. The chairs pulled out from under the desk, scraped and screamed at the floor. The sweet taste of the sunlight. A chill runs down my spine. Drea... » Continue Reading

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Beautiful

Category: Writing and Poetry

Beautiful  The moment you walked through the sliding door. I was saved. No more embarrassment. I could sit down in my seat and move on. The second time you walked through those doors. I bought you ginger ale. I was saved again. I saved the change. The last time you bid me farewell with touching lips. You said Goodbye. I hoped. My phone broke. After, the years came and went. I met you again. My eye... » Continue Reading

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happy new year

Category: Blogging

kinda over it lol. happy new year tho. » Continue Reading

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tuesday / december 27, 2022

Category: Blogging

I am currently volunteering as a counselor at a week long camp for mentally and/or physically disabled kids, ages 5 to 22. I have to be there from 8:30am to at least 3:00 pm Today was the second day of camp. Day one was okay. This morning during first activity a camper needed to go to the bathroom so myself and another counselor took her to the bathroom. While there she hit both myself and the oth... » Continue Reading

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Hometown

Category: Writing and Poetry

Hometown I do not wish to die where I was born. The sentiment, the poeticness of death from your creation. I do not understand. I want to go out. I want to pass over somewhere distant from my origins. I do not want to be stuck. The ground is hard. You can not dig a hole. I will not fit in the cemeteries there. I do not belong among them.  I am animal. I should be kept far away from human remains. ... » Continue Reading

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Forget-me-nots

Category: Writing and Poetry

Forget-me-nots I am forgotten, though  Somehow I represent love. I am often misidentified, As Lilacs and weeds. How can I be love, If no one really knows me? My turquoise face, Surrounds my golden eye. I’ve been plucked, And pulled from the sediment. Tossed elsewhere, And laying on the topsoil. When I am finally remembered, It is still just as lonesome and dramatic. I am used, until I am all shriv... » Continue Reading

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Snow-in-summer

Category: Writing and Poetry

Snow-in-summer As I step outside  And feel the summer breeze, There you are.  A brazen snowtop, In the middle of a heat wave. The ground is dusted in your glaring white. You bring a smile to my face. It is such a delight to see you again. You present an icey exterior, But I reach out to touch you, The sunlight warms my fingertips. Your silky smooth petals brighten the day. Once again as I continue... » Continue Reading

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