Ghosthuntingdeer

some cunt is always observing me through their stupid crystal ball

Empathy: I feel you

Sympathy: I feel for you

Lycanthropy: I feel awoo

A Feud to Carry Vol. 2, 2.5.24 “Revolution"

What’s the use of working, to eat with silvered spoon All week, all day? Barely even able to pay For food, for rent, for friends, for fun All the while struggling to profit someone Else Often – I wonder how evolved we have become Taking the joy of making art To a mechanized stolen heart How weary will I be when workday’s end Looking at letters, messages of love to send Elsewhere I drive past prairies, and watch films of travelers Never to wander in my own neighborhood Nowadays more like a strangerhood How long can these coals burn? When such little for this heat is there to earn Erstwhile Why should I bother with futures? I work all day, sleep all night Struggle to keep the heat and light Surrounded by books Figures and nicknacks in nooks Estimates Never will I own my life now The business bean counters will sell it as a service Depreciated down so as to not miss A single update Buggy, slogged, and late Else I will fizzle out as a sparkler, celebrating the freedom of this great nation

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I want him in ways that would get me expelled from the kingdom of heaven

This is what I think would happen if Dave raised Dirk

i looooove characters who are sacrificial lamb coded. characters who have never lived for themselves. characters born to be a tool, a weapon, a sacrifice, all of the above. a character raised by the heroes to save the world, at any expense, even their own health, even their own life. a character raised by the villains to end the world, at any expense, even their own health, even their own life. characters who are denied personhood so they can be used as tools instead. characters who never even had a chance to be people because they were shaped into something else from the moment they were born. characters who were born to die.

oh my god there are so many books to read and instruments to learn and languages to speak and poems to write and oranges to eat and ideologies to study and songs to sing and films to watch and people to kiss and