If I Could Be Anything I Wanted To, I’d Be Dead.

the swirl of reddish pink down the drain makes me reminisce on my better days.

it was so much easier when we all wore jumpsuits on the tulpar.

i’m going to burn in hell. and i’ll take nothing but the sweet memories of you with me.

infatuation runs through my veins, seeps from my pores, coats my skin and nails. and even if you aren’t the least bit as infatuated with me, as i am with you, well…isn’t that part of the fun?

trying to envision the pout you've got plastered on while trying to refute my words. reveling in it.

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i don’t pout, jimmy. i’m a grown man.

small world, huh, captain? 'm sure you could connect the dots. use that pretty head of yers.

...looks like you've picked up after yourself these days. wonder if you're still as easy as you used to be.

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easy? what ever do you mean? “picked up after myself”? connect the dots?

oh, now i’m more curious then ever.

this is turning into a vent blog, and i hate it. i’m supposed to stay happy, and blissful, and the one people can depend on.

i’m a sorry excuse for a captain.

in what universe are we "equal?" are you striving to be oblivious? i'm not terrified of shit.

yeah, right as always . you're warmer than i remember.

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in every universe, of course! i’m as equal with you as i am with everyone else!

oblivious? what ever do you mean?

i’m just not important to you , i guess . i’ll never mean anything to you .

you aren't fooling anyone with the whole golden boy leader façade, curly. though, i will admit, it's always been a good look on you. surely helps with not minding the rest of us, scampering and fizzling out on the lowest rung.

what, you really don't know who?

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sounds like jim, if i’m honest. now, from who’s system? i haven’t got a clue.

there’s no facade. i’ve never claimed to be the “golden boy”, and i fought like hell for my position as captain. however “good” it looks on me, it isn’t intentional.

and what ever do you mean, not minding the rest of you? i cared deeply, and still do, for all of my crew mates.

My day was good! Especially since you’ve been responding to me so much, makes me all giggly like a little kid.

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i’m glad your day has gone well. i do wish you’d dm me, i’m quite curious to know who you are.

its very comforting to see fictives that are still connected to source,, I'm still very much like the person before and it's makes me sad when you hear about how everyone should seperate, giggles. You're honestly just a very comforting blog. Thank you..!

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well, thank you kindly, dear.

i’m strongly connected to my source, and my source memories. the trick is…and stick with me here…fuck everyone else.

if you want to be connected to source, you go right on ahead, dollface. if you don’t? rock on. who gives a damn what the world thinks. be the change you want to see.

thank you for saying my blog is comforting, though, i do sincerely appreciate that.