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#2 Spider

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You are perfectly you. Fantabulous is an example

I hate how I am.

I hate that I don't truly know how to be a friend. I don't know how to reply to anything. I don't know when to be grown up, or when to have fun. I get overwhelmed. I fidget too much. I talk too much or too little. I'm annoying. I don't get it. I don't know. I dont I don't I'm not I hate

Why are friendships so hard

Why are they full of pain and agony

Why can you be having a perfectly normal conversation with someone you've been friends with for so so so long one day

And then the next, they don't even talk to you? And you blame yourself. Because it's always your fault. You're bad at this. You can't make friends. You can't keep friends. They didn't like you. It's your fault

I hate how I am. Why am I so emotional? Why am I so weird? Why do I have to be so antisocial? Why don't I interact with people like a normal person? Why do I get so obsessed with stupid things nobody cares about? Why can I not sleep? Why do the gods hate me in particular so much

I sound selfish

I don't mean to sound selfish

I'm sorry

I'm just tired.

Tired of trying to figure out who I am and why I am.

Tired of trying to please everybody.

Tired of giving the same responses to everything because I don't know how to be a friend or how to respond any other way.

Tired of feeling like a failure.

Tired of trying to be normal.

Tired or never knowing how to act. What to say. Where to go. What to look like.

I'm just tired

I was thinking about Anthony J Crowley, as all normal ones do, and how it is that he seems to exist alone outside the dichotomy of Heaven and Hell. Crowley wasn't obedient enough to be an angel, he couldn't toe the party line, he wasn't deferential enough to God or any authority. But he's also not cruel, or apathetic enough to be a demon; he's too soft for Hell.

So what is Crowley? Not an angel, not a demon ("Former demon," he says in s2). But he's more than what he's not. Crowley is outside the Heaven/Hell binary because of who he is, the one identity that sets him apart from all other demons and angels: Crowley is the Serpent of Eden. The snake in the garden was the instigator of choice, the inspiration to humans to use free will. That's who Crowley is, and when he inspired Eve to eat the fruit of the tree of knowledge, he aligned himself with the fate of humans.

Crowley doesn't belong to Hell, and he certainly doesn't belong to Heaven. Crowley belongs to humanity.

want runs deep in you, heavy and thick, and the dam is creaking under its weight.

want is like dust, thousands of years worth of dust on your heavy shoulders and you dare not move. if you stay very still and keep to yourself maybe no one will notice.

want is like grief, love left unclaimed. want is like hunger and you are famished.

wanting is dangerous, so you smother it.

Crochet pattern for spider body

Good Omens + Parallels

Y’ALL STFU AND LOOK AT THIS SHIT I DESIGNED IN 3 DAYS IN A FUGUE STATE

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Yall, today we learned this is the color. And that’s its real name.