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@Edema Rue like... 5... 4 human, 1 elven, and preferably still breathing?
@Kajsa I don't think so, but maybe tomorrow.... (i already drank enough blood for today
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@The cheeseman not necessarily, but it's preferred
@Through The Living Glass- Hands are preferred, but I know @shortcake has been... collecting those all day
@The Bookwyrm- There is no help for you here... unless you're good at body disposal
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DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING SINGING THE SONG OF ANGRY MEN
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BEYOND THE BARACADE, IS THERE A WORLD YOU LONG TO SEE?
THEN JOIN IN THE FIGHT THAT WILL GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO BE FREEEEEEE
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Birthdays…
birthdays.
so much potential.
I wish I could throw a masquerade ball, or a murder mystery roleplay type thing, or even just invite two or three friends to get a drink with me (soda. I’m underage and lds, guys.)
It’s a silly thing to be feeling so bugged over
but I am
we’re almost a month into summer now, and…I miss humans.
i need people.
I’m a blue, a ENFP-T, a two.
people make me who I am.
why, then, am I terrified anytime someone even asks if I’m open? And why am I so scared to ask anyone myself?
I don’t want presents or treats or memories or family.
i want to be around people who want to be around me. I want to laugh and cry and be safe in the arms of the people who promise to help battle all my demons.
I want to throw a scudding party without being terrified that no one will come or that I’ll be embarrassed. I want to sit around a fire and talk, and I want it to be just one of many such occasions.
I’m tired of being lonely.
and I’m tired of being too scared to do anything about it.
ah, well. I survived another year, despite a whole lot of moments when I thought I wouldn’t.
And I can recognize the good, even if the bad is so much more plain, and seems to taint everything it touches.
but I’m ok
and I’ll be ok
and uh…sorry idk why I even wrote this lol, hope y’all are doing good and that this next week brings more laughter than it does tears.
with love, Eddie
(also someone give me motivation to write, I’ve been slacking)
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*STABS WITH WRITING STICK*
HEY EDDIE!!!
REMEMBER THAT WRITING PROMPT YOU TEXTED ME THE OTHER DAY!?
I WILL STAB YOU HARDER IF YOU DON'T WRITE SOMETHING!
*in the most loving platonic-bestie kind of way
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DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING SINGING THE SONG OF ANGRY MEN
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WILL YOU JOIN IN OUR CRUSADE WHO WILL BE STRONG AND STAND WITH ME?
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Hey!! You stole my Hermes line
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BUT I LOVE MY MOTHERS!!!
ALL OF THEM!!!
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DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING SINGING THE SONG OF ANGRY MEN
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ECHOES THE BEATING OF THE DRUMS
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Hey!! You stole my Hermes line
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DO YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING SINGING THE SONG OF ANGRY MEN
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IT IS THE MUSIC OF A PEOPLE WHO WILL NOT BE SLAVES AGAIN
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If you have the chance to get a job
dont
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OH NEVERMIND-
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If you have the chance to get a job
dont
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Eddie, you should show 'em the screenshot
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Hey!! You stole my Hermes line
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*fear*
yOu KnOw WhErE i LivE-
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Back to back to back?!
You bet.
I wrote a poem at like 10:45 last night and it turned out really good even tho I was dead from swimming all day.
I present,
Pebbles
SpoilerPebbles
II am the collector of pebbles.I tread across the smooth,Damp sand,Crouching,Picking up the pebbles.Some people,They go after the beautiful,Perfect,Seashells.The picturesque,The flawless.That’s not me.I want the pebbles.Every one different,Every one beautiful inIts uniqueness.Each has its beautiful scars,Marks of a journey,Of suffering,But it makes them noLess valuable.No less beautiful.I pick them up,I have a plan for each one,To help them be seen.Their stories are beautiful,They deserve to be shared.I am the traveler,Dancing, plodding, limpingAcross the sky,Across countless stories.A star.I am a collector of stories.Each one so beautiful,Part of another journey.I don’t want perfection.I want you.I want your story the wayYouTell it to me.I want you to be seen.I need more stories.A collector’s jobIs never complete.So let me gather you,Your pieces,Broken, scarred,Pocked by suffering,Let me hold you.You are stillBeautiful.It just takes the right kindOf personTo see the beautyIn aPebble.Let me hear yourStory.Let me tell youAbout your beauty.You are irreplaceable.I don’t needYour name, or face.But will you shareThis with me?Tell me a story.Share another pebble.~ Stick 6-12-24-
(No, you are an expert. Not a nErD, and expert.)
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Back to back to back?!
You bet.
I wrote a poem at like 10:45 last night and it turned out really good even tho I was dead from swimming all day.
I present,
Pebbles
SpoilerPebbles
II am the collector of pebbles.I tread across the smooth,Damp sand,Crouching,Picking up the pebbles.Some people,They go after the beautiful,Perfect,Seashells.The picturesque,The flawless.That’s not me.I want the pebbles.Every one different,Every one beautiful inIts uniqueness.Each has its beautiful scars,Marks of a journey,Of suffering,But it makes them noLess valuable.No less beautiful.I pick them up,I have a plan for each one,To help them be seen.Their stories are beautiful,They deserve to be shared.I am the traveler,Dancing, plodding, limpingAcross the sky,Across countless stories.A star.I am a collector of stories.Each one so beautiful,Part of another journey.I don’t want perfection.I want you.I want your story the wayYouTell it to me.I want you to be seen.I need more stories.A collector’s jobIs never complete.So let me gather you,Your pieces,Broken, scarred,Pocked by suffering,Let me hold you.You are stillBeautiful.It just takes the right kindOf personTo see the beautyIn aPebble.Let me hear yourStory.Let me tell youAbout your beauty.You are irreplaceable.I don’t needYour name, or face.But will you shareThis with me?Tell me a story.Share another pebble.~ Stick 6-12-24-
Omg thank you!!!
It got just what I wanted to across, I think
@Edema Rue because she needs to tell me what I could have done better
(SHE'S AN EXPERT)
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Hi! How are you doing?
Just thought you might be interested to know that, following our little interaction from last week, I took back up Les Misérables yesterday.
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Hey!! You stole my Hermes line
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I have no regrets.
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To the theatre, regarding terror:
You terrify me.
I don’t think I’ve ever told you that, have I?
I’m not just scared of you.
I’m terrified.
It’s not stagefright, not at all. I’m scared to have you, and I’m scared to leave you.
I was scared not to know you.
But the more I learn, the more frightening you become.
You terrify me.
Because all that you are—all that we are—is for them.
For the audience.
They see us.
They see us.
And what a terrifying thing it is,
To be seen.
To be seen ugly.
To be seen broken.
To be seen laughing.
To be seen crying.
To be seen shouting.
To be seen.
They don’t come to you to find something pretty, something nice, something soft.
So we can be none of those things.
We must crack our hearts like geodes, allowing the light within to shine out and caress their souls.
There is nothing more intimate than a story.
And there is no way of telling a story more intimate than with singing.
So you ask us to sing our stories
You ask us to feel so strongly that we cannot help but sing.
And while we do it, they watch.
They see our stories and hear our voices.
That’s terrifying, you know.
To let the world hear our ugliest heartbreaks, see our deepest scars, and know our hidden sorrows.
That’s what you’re asking us to do.
To let them inside.
That’s what you’re about.
Letting people inside.
There is nothing like you in this entire world.
You terrify me.
Rue
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To the theatre, regarding terror:
You terrify me.
I don’t think I’ve ever told you that, have I?
I’m not just scared of you.
I’m terrified.
It’s not stagefright, not at all. I’m scared to have you, and I’m scared to leave you.
I was scared not to know you.
But the more I learn, the more frightening you become.
You terrify me.
Because all that you are—all that we are—is for them.
For the audience.
They see us.
They see us.
And what a terrifying thing it is,
To be seen.
To be seen ugly.
To be seen broken.
To be seen laughing.
To be seen crying.
To be seen shouting.
To be seen.
They don’t come to you to find something pretty, something nice, something soft.
So we can be none of those things.
We must crack our hearts like geodes, allowing the light within to shine out and caress their souls.
There is nothing more intimate than a story.
And there is no way of telling a story more intimate than with singing.
So you ask us to sing our stories
You ask us to feel so strongly that we cannot help but sing.
And while we do it, they watch.
They see our stories and hear our voices.
That’s terrifying, you know.
To let the world hear our ugliest heartbreaks, see our deepest scars, and know our hidden sorrows.
That’s what you’re asking us to do.
To let them inside.
That’s what you’re about.
Letting people inside.
There is nothing like you in this entire world.
You terrify me.
Rue
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*GASP*
ALSO YOU'RE THE STORMFATHER?!?!
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To the theatre, regarding terror:
You terrify me.
I don’t think I’ve ever told you that, have I?
I’m not just scared of you.
I’m terrified.
It’s not stagefright, not at all. I’m scared to have you, and I’m scared to leave you.
I was scared not to know you.
But the more I learn, the more frightening you become.
You terrify me.
Because all that you are—all that we are—is for them.
For the audience.
They see us.
They see us.
And what a terrifying thing it is,
To be seen.
To be seen ugly.
To be seen broken.
To be seen laughing.
To be seen crying.
To be seen shouting.
To be seen.
They don’t come to you to find something pretty, something nice, something soft.
So we can be none of those things.
We must crack our hearts like geodes, allowing the light within to shine out and caress their souls.
There is nothing more intimate than a story.
And there is no way of telling a story more intimate than with singing.
So you ask us to sing our stories
You ask us to feel so strongly that we cannot help but sing.
And while we do it, they watch.
They see our stories and hear our voices.
That’s terrifying, you know.
To let the world hear our ugliest heartbreaks, see our deepest scars, and know our hidden sorrows.
That’s what you’re asking us to do.
To let them inside.
That’s what you’re about.
Letting people inside.
There is nothing like you in this entire world.
You terrify me.
Rue
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OMG YAY!!!!
I'M SO PROUD OF YOU MY FRIEND!!!!!
I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT!!!
LOVE YOU!!!
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My phone case got a new sticker!!!
Previously it was a chibi-style Maddison from Hamilton, and now we have:
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TA-DA!!
Also, yes, I know the case is scratched and breaking and I need a new one, but I keep spending the tiny bits of money I find/earn on art supplies instead. ;-;
Also!!!
Sticker hack:
SpoilerIf you wipe the surface with an alcohol wipe, then put the sticker on, smooth it on the surface, and apply lots of pressure, it works pretty good.
BUT-
if you add a layer of clear nail polish over the whole thing and let it dry, it stays on so much longer!!! and if the sticker starts to peel off after a while and you aren't ready to change it (let's be honest, guys, Etsy stickers are expensive) you can add another coat and it'll help stretch the life of the sticker out!!
You just have to use some nail polish remover over the sticker before you can get it off.
It also might have negative side effects with whatever surface you're stickering, so be careful
Anyway!
Next in line (after we say goodbye to the sisters) for the phone case is chibi-style Aaron Burr (also from Hamilton-)
Also
SpoilerI'm trying to post something positive so that I have an excuse to spill everything else later.
Don't read my next few unless you're ready for sadness/depression/whatever else
I'll TW them.
One Blood.
~ Stick
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To the theatre, regarding terror:
You terrify me.
I don’t think I’ve ever told you that, have I?
I’m not just scared of you.
I’m terrified.
It’s not stagefright, not at all. I’m scared to have you, and I’m scared to leave you.
I was scared not to know you.
But the more I learn, the more frightening you become.
You terrify me.
Because all that you are—all that we are—is for them.
For the audience.
They see us.
They see us.
And what a terrifying thing it is,
To be seen.
To be seen ugly.
To be seen broken.
To be seen laughing.
To be seen crying.
To be seen shouting.
To be seen.
They don’t come to you to find something pretty, something nice, something soft.
So we can be none of those things.
We must crack our hearts like geodes, allowing the light within to shine out and caress their souls.
There is nothing more intimate than a story.
And there is no way of telling a story more intimate than with singing.
So you ask us to sing our stories
You ask us to feel so strongly that we cannot help but sing.
And while we do it, they watch.
They see our stories and hear our voices.
That’s terrifying, you know.
To let the world hear our ugliest heartbreaks, see our deepest scars, and know our hidden sorrows.
That’s what you’re asking us to do.
To let them inside.
That’s what you’re about.
Letting people inside.
There is nothing like you in this entire world.
You terrify me.
Rue
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*speachless awe*
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*sneaks onto site from mobile device*
HAPPY BIRTHDAY WIZZYYYY
LOVE YOU
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*sighs*
You know...
This is the first day that I haven't called Veil in... like... months.
She's away for the next three days (ish)
I woke up at 5:30 and walked over to say goodbye this morning.
She'll have limited access to her phone, and therefore, to me.
We're talking very limited.
As in, I got to text her for twelve minutes before her phone was collected again.
I have officially been awake and going for 16 hours and 30 minutes.
I haven't really gotten anything done, including basic self-care, like eating and drinking.
I had work to do this morning, but I, instead, flopped in the middle of the floor and lay there for an hour because I was too depressed to move.
I missed guitar and uke practice, fricked up art, almost fell asleep during math, upset everyone, and got my phone taken for 8 hours this morning.
I have forced down emotions and tears all day, and now I'm too numb to care.
I have a headache, I'm dizzy, I have no appetite...
Not thirsty...
I feel like a zombie.
A really lonely and depressed one.
I just want to curl up in someone's arms and cry...
I think having physical touch as your primary love language is the worst one.
I just... feel so alone...
thanks for reading my emotional dump
assuming at least 1 person did.
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woah hi guys!
art timeeeee hehehehe
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I drew this a while ago but I finally got around to coloring it within these past two weeks
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same thing with this one! drew this in December last year but finally colored it last Sunday lol
how are yall? I'm supposed to be going to girls camp- @InfiniteInsanity and @TheGreatSnail hype me up here guys- on the 18th and then i should be back by the 21st
if i have wifi i will try to make an effort to check in with yall
i miss my favorite redhead so much rn guys i need to hold someones hand but my bestie is ... not in the city that I currently reside in and my bf is- *cough* nonexistent in the physical form due to him having an actual life and an annoying twin brother. hi @Dead! I miss you!!!
I got put on a bunch of new meds....
and i haven't been eating as much as I used to
those two things do not correlate, new meds are not the reasoning behind that lovely chunk of information lol
pretty sure it's the other way around actualluy but what do I know I just work here haha
yall nebraska is crazy
I hate thunderstorms. I hate storms in general but the thunderstorm that happened earlier was crazy wild and our house shook
I have to work tomorrow at 10 in the morning but that's okay because I love my job and I get paid money and I like money because money means I get to go to that AJR concert in July that I've been fangirling about since like december
oh yeah I think I forgot to tell you guys about that lol
I'm gonna be in the third row, front and center
I'm so excited!!!
but I currently have a little over $300 in my savings since I put $150 in there on Wednesday
yall do not buy the prepackaged Boba tea stuff from hyvee the Boba balls pop so sad and depressed
on another note, the giant wall of art, pictures, and posters that I have in my room has grown by 7 pieces today
also those oui Yoplait yogurt things in the glass jars are so good and the jars are so baby and cute I love them I made my mom save two of them while I was at her house and there's one in our dishwasher and my grandmother's right now lol
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*motions to everything above*
This is why we love Shortcake.
She's so funny, silly, and goofy, and puts things in the funniest ways...
I was really really depressed, I read this and now I'm laughing.
THANK YOU SHORTIE!!!
I LOVE YOU GIRLY!!!
(platonic cause ya have to say dat these days
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Guys...
it's being updated...
I have a Youtube channel....................................
Should I link it...?
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*nervous laughter*
WEEEEELLLL
YA SEEEEEE..................
Spoilerthe channel only has 4 shorts and it's t r a s h if yk what I mean-
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Guys...
it's being updated...
I have a Youtube channel....................................
Should I link it...?
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