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Thank you for following me!
SpoilerI'm reeeeaaaly curious so can I ask why?
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I was looking at what the Shard had been up to when I was gone and saw you started Therapy: An RP. I thought the concept was hilarious. It's something my D&D group used to joke about, and it was fun seeing it actually manifest somewhere. And you seem like a generally nice person, so I didn't really have any qualms about following you.
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Aww yay!
I try to be a nice person
(although, being an older sister, I'm SURE my younger siblings would disagree)
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(also as an older sister, i can tell you that I know enough to not trust younger siblings)
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hey peoples
i'm in Delaware.
that's cool ig
my hands are shaking for no reason
I'm with children
who decided to trust me with their offspring I have no idea
but I'm with children
*sigh*
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don't think so
thx
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*hug*
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*hugs*
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Just wanted to say, posted more in my art thread!
3 poems I'm very proud of.
It's linked in my about me
Thank you all for being so supportive
~ Stick
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You’re very welcome!
I liked the poems, very pretty
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*inhales*
I'm a bit better...
I went oUtsIdE!!
and I made a flower bouquet..
and a poem!
Poem will be in writing thread (linked in about me )
and flower pictures are here!
There's something pretty to brighten your time
Love y'all
thanks for stayin' with me in the hard times.
It means so much.
~ Stick
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*hugs back*
Thank you <33
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THE FLOWERS ARE SO PRETTY WHAT THE HECK
we love you stickie
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Prettyyy-
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song lyrics running through my head...
SpoilerI'm not ready to let you go, so
Just give me one more night
Hold me like you're still mine
Oh, love me for right now
Before you leave me
I know it's gonna hurt
Watching your footsteps turn
So, love me for right now
Before you leave meI'm so used to getting damaged
And you know I hate this part
So, I gotta take advantage
Of a fully-broken heart
Won't you stay a little longer
Even if it's all pretend?
And maybe by the mornin'
I'll be ready for the endOh, oh
Oh, love me for right now
Before you leave me
Oh, oh
Oh, love me for right nowWhoa-oh, got one foot out the door
Whoa-oh, 'cause you don't need me anymore (oh-oh-oh)
Whoa-oh, got one foot out the door
Whoa-oh, 'cause you don't need me anymore
You don't need me anymore
You don't need me anymore~ before you leave me by alex warren
so fun...
*sigh*
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oh...
i guess i won the day
thx guys
luv u all
~ stick
Spoilerwe love it when people complain that we aren't as "chipper as you normally are"
huh...
wonder why that is
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I been writing a lot.
Lot to process.
Thx to those who read and care.
SpoilerConfusion
I don’t know what happened.I don’t know whatI did wrong.I don’t know howTo make it better.What did I do wrong?I know it’s my fault.It normally is.But I just wish…I wish I could make it right,Fix things,Go back to normal.I wish I knew whatI did wrong.I’m so confused.My brain runs is circles,Chasing its tail.What did I do?Can I fix it?How do I fix itIf I don’t know whatHappened?If I don’t know whatI did to deserve this.Circles,Round andRound,Over andOver.Confusion.Buzzing thoughts.Painful thoughts.Beating against theInside of mySkull.This is myPunishmentFor what I did wrong,I suppose.If its my punishment,Then I deserve it.It was, after all,My fault.It’s painful.It cuts.But I do deserve the pain.Such is thePrice ofConfusion.~ Stick 4-23-24~ Stick
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Poem.
SpoilerPain
It hurts.I feel like my heartWas torn out of my chest.Was twisted and squeezed,Bruised and cut.It wasn’t returned to me either.I think I’m dying.I didn’t know anythingCould hurt this bad.The tears, as many as there areAre still inadequate toCapture this anguish.It hurts.It’s like no other painI’ve ever felt.I can’t move under the weightOf my sorrow.I can’t breathe.Do I even want to?I can do nothingBut lie hereIn the dark,Alone.Staring up at my ceiling,Sobbing the batteredRemains of myHeart out.I’m dying.I can feel the lifeEbbing away from myCold, shaking body.The breath in my lungsRattles back and forth.I am dying.I can’t survive this.It hurts to much.Pain.Can’t anymore.Dying.~ Stick 4-22-24last night was rough.
~ Stick
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Let us know if you need anything
And I mean anything
(Unless it’s illegal or breaks Shard rules)
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(What Ever said)
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Back to back SUs, read the previous poem to understand this.
SpoilerAnd as the last brick in the wall that is your secure and safe life falls and breaks, you are left, sick and alone, hardly able to even focus your eyes, wondering what you did wrong.
People are like fine pottery. You hold them close, trying to protect them. But the tighter you hold them, the sooner they shatter and you are left with nothing but the broken pieces of what once was beautiful.
You knew this was coming, didn’t you? You told them… you said what you thought was coming, and they denied it. Again and again, they denied it, until, maybe you started to believe them. But, here you are, grasping the sharp edges, even as they cut you, saying to yourself; “We were right all along. We know it would happen. It’s only ever a matter of time.”
The distance is great. You sit next to them, but feel miles apart. You make eye contact and wonder who they really are… or were. It’s all so complicated. You don’t know the next step. Is there even one? Any way to fix your broken pottery? Will the cracks show when it’s fixed? You don’t know if anything will ever be the same again.
“We just need space.” You and them need space. That’s what they said. That’s what needs to happen now. You don’t know if you can even speak up anymore. Is there a point if their decision is made? You don’t know what will come of all this. You feel lost and broken, bleeding and hurt. Is there a way out?
We recognize this place… the place where it all started. We went home from this place and tried to stop breathing. We know exactly where we sat, exactly what happened before… and after. We hid under all those suffocating blankets and tried to leave, to no avail. We couldn’t. They… they saved us. Was it really so long ago? We were so close, so… but not anymore. Something happened… we still don’t understand what. We don’t understand how. Or why. But it happened. There is no return now.
You really messed up. You wrote them a poem, trying to tell them, explain what you feel. Felt? It backfired. The poem was exactly the wrong thing at the wrong time. You messed it up and now you’re paying for it. Are they really that far away? What’s happening? You’re so confused. What did you do wrong? You were too clingy. You held on too tight. And so they broke. They had such sharp edges… they cut you. They hurt you. You’re going to have scars now. They might never heal. You’re marked now because you chose to trust. Chose to try. Now look where you are. And you deserve every bit of the pain.
~Stick
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*hugs* I love you so much Sticky. And I know that doesn’t make it any better, and I know that no matter how many words I try to give you, no matter how eloquent they may be, they can’t possibly make you understand all that I feel. They can’t make it all right, and they can’t make you believe it’ll be all right. In the heat of emotion there is no way to create any sort of peace. So…I won’t say it’ll be ok. And I won’t diminish your pain by trying to say I’ve been there, except to acknowledge that I know there are no words for the pain. But I love you, and if you ever want anything, I’m here, even if I’m not the best at talking or helping or any of it <33
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*sighs*
Guys...
I think I'm dying.
Here's a poem.
SpoilerIn My Arms
IHold you close,Hold you tight,Cradle youAgainst my shoulder.I love you.I hopeYou know that.I try to show my loveIn this way.I think you appreciate it.I hope you love itAs much as IDo.I lay my headAgainst yours,Sync my breathingWith yours,Try to makeThe feeling last.The end of it,Unfortunately,Is inevitable.I’m waving.I’m hugging.I’m sayingGoodbye.While on the inside,It feels so muchMore finalThen a simpleGoodbye.The tears start,After a while.I don’t try and stop them.They, like my goodbye,Are inevitable.Unable to beStopped.The tears fall and I find myselfHolding on to the “bye, Ahna.”Grasping the “I love you.”CloseTo my heart.At times, I reach out myHand,Wishing your palm was againstMine.Wishing youWere in my armsRight then.I’mCounting down theDays until,I might justGet to hold youAgain.“I miss you.”The words so oftenFall from my lips,Echoing the plea inMy heart.I try to stop the words,Sometimes.I don’t want to beMore clingy thanI already am.Other times,I can’t keep them in.I hear them back.“I miss you too.”My heart doesn’t wantTo accept your words.I don’t think I deserveTo be missed.I am, after all,Only me.It’s just me,Here like I usuallyAm,Waiting like normal.Wondering…Wishing…Hoping…Is this wrong?Am I doing somethingWrong?Is somethingWrongWith me?Sometimes, the confusionSets in.The fear,The hopelessness.I realize just howHelplessAgainst the worldI really am.I wish I couldKeep you close.Always.I wish I could fix thingsFor everyone.For you.I want to fix itFor you.My friend.I just wish I couldKeep things the wayThat feelsRight.That feels safe.My dear friend…I love you.I can’t waitTo hold youAgain.~ Stick 4-21-24Another SU coming soon.
You have to read this one to understand the next one though.
~ Stick
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*yawns*
I'm working on a lil woodshop project with a walnut shell I found on Thursday...
I'll post pictures once it's finished or once all my blisters heal
Love Y'all
~ Stick
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Hmmm...
I wrote a thing.
Apologies.
SpoilerI Hate
I hate how much I have to rely on others for everything.I hate how clingy I am.I hate how I think.I hate the way my mind works.I hate that I’m scared of everything.I hate that I can’t function like everyone else.I hate that I can’t even do the simple things.I hate how I look.I hate how I act around others.I hate that I can’t control myself.I hate that I can’t remember the simplest of things.I hate that I’m different.I hate that I can’t take things as a joke.I hate that my mind assumes the worst.I hate that I think I’ll be abandoned around every turn.I hate my scars.I hate that I’m alive at all.I hate how I burden others.I hate that I get overwhelmed by tiny things.I hate that I hate myself.I hate that I have so many problems.I hate that I don’t know what to tell people.I hate that I can’t just say what needs to be said.I hate how insecure I am.I hate how I act around my family.I hate how I hide behind my mask.I hate that I’m stupid.I hate that I can’t do things right.I hate the way I write.I hate that I am a failure.I hate that I can’t use my words when it actually matters.I hate that I can’t tell people things.I hate that I hide.I hate that I hurt myself.I hate that I freak out over nothing.I hate that I’m a hypocrite.I hate that I’m awkward.I hate that I can’t help people.I hate how I feel stupid.I hate all my trauma.I hate that I sound like a pickme.I hate that I have this many things to hate about myself.I hate how easily I can be hurt.I hate how many trust issues I have.I hate that i have noise sensitivity issues.I hate that I’m clumsy.I hate this thing I’m trapped in.I hateMyself.~ Stick 4-19-24There we go.
Sorry.
~ Stick
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*side eyes entire shard population*
So... why'd I win yesterday?
-_^
I have something cool to share!!
My dad gave me a new travel mug thingy last night and it's my favorite color!
AND I PUT A STORMLIGHT STICKER ON IT SO I HAVE TO SHARE A PICTURE-
SpoilerISN'T IT GEORGOUS!!!??!?!?!
I'M SO HYPER AND YET I HAVE NO ENERGYYY
WTHECK IS THISSSSSSS
T-T
IDK WHAT ELSE TO SAY!!
LOVE Y'ALL!!!
~ STICK
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Awesome cup!
Also, see how you say that you love us? I think that maybe it’s time for us return some of that.
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@Through The Living Glass- Yes! You do need it! I'll share sometime
*yummy sugar*
@WhyEverNot_8~ -_^ I do love you guys! You may certainly try to return it... good luck lol
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Thank you for the luck! I might need it.
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Yeah...
That moment when you stumble into someone else's writing
And are returned to the crying wreck
You were
Earlier...
April 18 - A day for tears.
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I finally wrote a poem again!
WARNING: It's probably the longest I've ever written.
Why Can’t We Fix This?
SpoilerI’m a tiny little worm.I crawl through the dirt, just living,Just doing as I wasCreated to do.I poke my tiny headOutOf the dirt.I wiggle further,Further…Splat!I hit something hard.What is it?I can’t see it, for,I don’t have eyes.I try to push through itTo no avail!I try to go around itBut I can’t escape.I can’t eat it,I can’t get out of it.I am trapped!Over the next while,It becomes hot.Very hot.I can feel the sun, and I tryTo squirm away,But the sun burns me!It’s hot, so very hotI’m drying out,The heat-I am a squirrel.I bounce, too and fro,Collecting food and savingIt away forWinter.My purpose.I see something on the ground!It’s shiny.I creep closer, trying to see…It smells good!I take a small bite of it.It’s slippery, crinkly, and doesn’tTaste like anything I’veEver eaten.A sound comes fromThe hill above me.I smell human.I bound up the nearestTree,Perching where I can see…The human throwsSomething down the hill.Something shiny, roundish,Clear- like water, like ice?The thing hits a rockAnd… shatters?Little bits go flyingEverywhere,Then, the humanLeaves.I wait for a long time,Unmoving.Then, ICreepDownThe tree,Scurry overTo one of thePieces.I sniff at it,But it doesn’t move.It’s so shiny…I reach my paw forward…A stick somewhereBehind me,Cracks suddenly!I jump at the sound,My paw, comes down onThe shard of the thing-It goes right throughMy paw!I squeak in painAnd fright,Bounding up the nearestTree!The thing, now stuckDeep into my paw,Comes with me.I look down at theBark of the treeIn which I cling.It is spattered with blood.I can smell it.It’s my blood.I try to climb higherIn the tree,LimpingAll the way.When I feel I’m safeEnough,I examine my paw.The pain is excruciating,My blood continues to leak fromTorn skin and matted fur.I can still feel the thingInside.It seems to beGougingDeeper.After trying,With no luck,For some timeTo getThe thing outOf my paw,I start to feelSleepy.My paw starts to feelNumb, my headFeelsLight…I have to find my nest,Just toTakeA smallSleep…I am a deer.I’m trotting over my patch ofWoods,My head heldHigh, my eightAntler pointsDisplayed proudly.I am at the top of a small rise,The strange rock I’m standingOn is interlacedWith strange,Metallic-smelling bars.It makes me uneasy, for someReason.It’s going to be fine.Of course it will be.I take oneStepCloser to the edge,Ears alert forAny sign ofDanger.My ears couldNever have warned meOf what happenedNext.The footing underMy front hoovesSuddenly collapses,Tumbling me over the edge!But my rear legs becomeTangled in thoseStrange metallicBars, snagging me painfully.I’m suspended,Upside down,Three deerlengths aboveThe rocky ground.The bars are hard and solid,Digging into my slenderLegs,Cutting them deeply.If only I had knowWhat sharp edgesThey had!I’m kickingFrantically,Trying to break free,Trying to escape the painThe horror of being soPrecariously high!A sound rises in my throat,Tears out my mouth beforeI can stop it.Whether from painOr fear, I can’t tell.I bawl again, continuing to kickFor a long while.I’m getting soTired.I stop struggling, feelingThe weight ofMy bodyPressingDown on myLungs,Blood rushingTo my head.My vision isTurning red,Clouded by the bloodIn my skull.My breath comes in pants.Everything hurts.I have no more strength.I’m bleeding…Bleeding….I’m a person,A young person.I’m waking through the woods,Beside the river.I’m disgusted!There is so much trash!I can’t take a single stepWithout glassCrunchingBeneath my shoes.Plastic and metal protrude fromThe surrounding leaf-litter.A small bird hops over a halfBuried soda can,Another perches onA beer bottle.Tiny, sickly plants attemptTo grow around a deflatedPlastic pool float.Everywhere, there are glass shards,Beer bottles,Smashed cans,Broken containers,Shattered jars,Dirt and rust,Filth and chemicals.Old tires and plastic toysScattered betweenDying, hole-filled, blackenedTrees.Concrete stairs,Cinder blocks,Concrete pads andAn entire cliff,Twisted, sharp, metalSaluting the dead tree branchesAbove.I walk- slide, more like-Down the steep hill, to theBottom of the cliff.I kick aside leaves,Sticks, rotting wood,Cans, glass, bottles,Underneath…There lies an oldDeer skull.An eight point buck.I pick up the skull.It’s white, bleached,It no longer smells.I shake my head,Trying to imagine whatMight haveKilled the poorThing.I look around the dying woods, down to the murky, nasty,WaterBelow.Is there any hope for this land?Can it ever beReturned to whatIt was created to be?Can we reconcile allThat was lost?Can we restart theEcosystem?Diversify the floraAnd faunaAs it once was?I don’t know.I’m but one teenager.What can I do?I think about it,Sweat tricklingDown the back of my neck.The gnats swarming my arms.I need to start back soon,Go back to the clean,Bright cottage.I have a beautiful place toStay, here,But the animals?The permanent residents?Those defenseless againstPollution?Their woods-Where they have been sinceDay fourOf creation-Is now fullOf things they can’tStand against,Things they had no partIn making!Things that onlyDesecrate their habitats,But help us so thatWe can do less work,At the expense of theEcosystem,At the expense of that whichEnables us to live at all.Their woods seem toNo longer beTheir woods.Why can we not fix this?Take care of all thisPollution,Take care of our farms,In turn, our health,The health ofOur children,Grandchildren,Yes, great grandchildren!Why can’t weStopFighting out wars,Our petty squabbles overLand-Land that is slowlyDisappearing.Why don’t we take careOf this wonderful giftGod has blessed us with?Why can’t we fix this?-Stick 4-16-24- Show previous comments 3 more
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Thank you!
I always appreciate the support!
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Dudeeeeee I love your poetry!!!
keep writing it
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Thank you so much!!!
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AHHHH GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS!!!!
I WAS JUST A WITNESS TO THE MOST EPIC BURN BATTLE I'VE EVER SEEN!!!
I WROTE IT ALL DOWN FOR YOUR ENJOYMENT!!!
AND YOU MIGHT KNOW BOTH OF THESE PEOPLE!!!
Veil- @Part Of The Narrative
Shard boi- @Shardwatcher01
Me- @Just-A-Stick (me)
ENJOY!!!
SpoilerSpoilerVeil: You look wackyShard boi: you aren’t wrongVeil: Okayyyy… we love a man who can recognize his flaws.Shard boi: greatShard boi: I'm just better than you in every way, clearlyVeil: WUT OH IM HERE FOR THIS-Veil: I mean I don’t believe in evolutionVeil: But I can see how scientists could think you evolved from a monkeyVeil: I still wanna know what your parents look likeVeil: Then I would know for sure where the inter breeding occurred, cuz with that face he ain’t no purebred…filthy little mud bloodVeil: *channels draco*Shard boi: Clearly God turned around when making herShard boi (to me): Ur friend is a witchMe: My mamma is a witch? What does that make meShard boi: Son of a witchShard boi: lolVeil: Bold of you to assume god made meVeil: Bold of him to assume I’m humanShard boi: Ur right you’re straight from hellShard boi: Pesky demonShard boi: No wonder she looks like thatVeil, replying to “Ur right you’re straight from hell”:And what does that make him from? Surely not Hades. Not even he could stand to see THAT in his court of demons every dayVeil: I’m not surprised he’s never kissed a girl. Should’ve known he didn’t have a motherVeil: Bet the stork had a job carrying him to the chimney, since every time it peeked in the blanket it almost dropped him in disgustVeil:Veil: If you leave my bb girl on read I will leave your application to life on readVeil:Shard boi, replying to “I’m not surprised he’s never kissed a girl. Should’ve known he didn’t have a mother”:WoowVeil, replying to “Wooow”:That’s what I thought you teenage soil bagShard boi: I’m done with y’allVeil: (Dirt is too good for him)Shard boi: I can’t roast good enough!Shard boi: She was clearly made in hellShard boi: That’s how she roasts it's the fires of hellShard boi: I can’t compete with thatShard boi (to me): *alsouradopted* COUGHMe: I’m adopted?Shard boi: Satan can’t have childrenVeil: Your threats roll off of me like water, my less then divine brethrenVeil, replying to “Satan can’t have children”:I KNEW HE DIDNT HAVE A MOTHERVeil:Veil: Everything makes sense nowVeil: Hey, if the fires of hell have chick-fil-a then fineVeil: *slurps milkshake*Shard boi: LollllShard boi:Why do I talk to y’allShard boi, replying with to “Hey, if the fires of hell have chick-fil-a then fine”:They don’tVeil, replying to “Why do I talk to y’all”:Because you’ve never kissed a girl so you grasp the desperate hope that even though if we meet I will surely give you the kiss of death, it’s better then nothingShard boi: I quitttttVeil, replying to “They don’t”:Silly me. You would know better then anyShard boi: Lemme alooooneVeil: You and your invisible girlfriend. No mating you twoVeil: Until next time, spawn of the pitMe: The poor guy-Veil: Yeah, he shouldn’t have triedVeil: I slayed thoVeil: Slayed himTHE AMOUNT OF WORK THAT TOOK-
*dies*
*revies*
BUT IT WAS AWESOME!!!
There's a lesson here.
Don't get into a roasting battle with @Part Of The Narrative.
She is a worthy foe.
~ Stick
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@The Bookwyrm- tbh, i feel the same... like... it's been a learning curve between me and Veil, cause she can't roast me without hurting my feelings
As a rule, I mostly only roast annoying younger siblings, but not my friends.
Veil, however, is very different
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Granted the people I usually do insult are the kinds of people that insult their friends as a sign of friendship anyway.
My closer friends I'll lightly tease, but not all out insult.
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Daaaaaang that’s funny
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So, let's talk money.
Say you happened to have 250,000,000,000 U.S. Dollars. (250 Billion)
And say you wanted to know how much that is.
Let me tell you.
A $1 bill weighs about 1 gram, right?
Well, if you weighed your 250 billion dollars in pounds, 550, 800,000 pounds of paper money.
To put that in perspective, The Statue of Liberty weighs 450,000 pounds.
Your 250 Billion dollars is approximately equal weight to 1,224 Statues of Liberty.
It's 249,838,677,396 grams.
That's about as heavy as 42,369 fully-grown, male African elephants.
That's a LOT of money!
If you want to see this fascinating 2-minute video that goes more in-depth then I'll link it here.
Anyways, this was an interesting trip, thanks for coming with me!
~ Stick
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Y'all remember when I said I was going to the National Zoo?
Welllll... it was 60 degrees (F) and rainy, so it got canceled.
We did go to the Philidelphia Museum of Art instead and I got a bunch of cool photos that I might post at some point
I'm still really behind on schoolwork and we still aren't very good mental health-wise, so that's why I haven't been on as much.
Apologies to everyone I'm RPing with currently, I'm trying to do better.
How are all of you? Anything interesting happen while I was gone?
Anyway,
Love you guys!
~ Stick
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I had orchestra Solo and Ensemble on Saturday, I didn’t do very well but I’ll try to post a google drive link to a sound recording of my solo.
Last weekend (the weekend before the one that just happened) I went to this cool garden store where there was a bunch of awesome flowers
SpoilerNot the best quality because I had to send them from my phone to my iPad and them post it.
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@WhyEverNot_8 - Wow! Those flowers are gorgeous!! Great pictures!
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Thank you! And I agree! I set my iPhone video quality to 4k and take a video before screenshotting it and keeping the quality (I have an older model), so that’s my secret! Have a great day!
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*SIGH*
I'm back after almost an entire week when I wasn't caught up enough on schoolwork to be online. *cues sobbing noises*
Anyway!
I'm back!
I'm alive!
I'M GOING TO THE NATIONAL ZOO SOON!!!
WITH VEILLL
No idea what else to say...
I'm failing school so that's fun...
I have a bunch of quotes to dump so ima go do that.
Love Y'all!
~ Stick
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Announcement!!!
This might be a bit of a stretch for me, but if you PM me a simple reference picture, I'll probably be able to find time to draw or paint you a new PFP or cover photo!!!
Make the title of the PM something along the lines of Stick's Art Service or something ;)))
I'll do my best guys!!!
(just make sure to give me credit somewhere lol)
Also! Sorry for almost back to back SUs
~ Stick
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*inhale*
Hi guysssss
How's it going??
I'm mostly alive I thinkkkkkkkk so that's funnnnnnnn
I wrote a poem and I reallllllly wanna post it but I'm not supposed to because I'm trying to get it published in a magazineeeee
but it's really goooooooddddd
Oh my brain is in a WEIRD place not gunna lie...
Uhmmmmmmmmmm
Yeah I have no idea what I'm doin anymore so that's fun
I won't be on at all this weekend cause I have a youth retreat thingy I'm doing
Anyway...
I don't know what the point of any of this was, but life is lifeing right now so this happened.
See y'all around...
Love,
Stick