Jashtober Day 12: Haiku

Sam is a madman slowly making these people go insane.. and you're making a gif of it *smh* 😔 /j

Everybody do the wenis!

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Jashtober day 2

The stars speak to me. When I look at them I hear my name. A name that no one knows. My real name. My name was different when I was a little girl. People didn’t even call me a little girl, they called me a little boy. At first I thought they must have been confused, but as I grew, being called by that name seemed to hurt. Every Time I was called handsome I would want to rip out my hair and scream at the tops of my lungs. Why? That was the correct term for me, wasn’t it? When the world seemed to make no sense I would lay on the grass and look at the stars. They always seemed so composed. As if when everything else around me fell into disarray and entropy, they would stay the same. Like an anchor for a boat. As I understood my reality more, the stars were always my safe haven. I could look at them and it’s as if I was sent to a new safer place as I stared. I began to learn why I hated to hate my name. Why I hated being called a boy, because I wasn’t one. Despite their insistence, the world was wrong about me. The realization was exhilarating but horrifying. I knew who I was, but at what cost. The world is seldom kind to those who don’t fit into its preconceptions. I could feel my heartbeat. My breaths clawed out of my chest. Everywhere I looked like it wanted to hurt me. Like an animal ready to pounce. At that moment I looked at the sky and saw the stars. I could hear a word calling down from them. “Astral”, I thought it was a beautiful word. But it wasn’t a word, it was a name. My name. The stars aren’t always out. They are hidden by the oppressive light of the sun. So, whenever I need the support, but they are nowhere to be seen I think of my name. This gift they have afforded me. 

Are you ever at a restaurant and accidentally make reference (it was not an accident)

Look at this nerd doing an intro post out of boredom.

Hi I'm Katherine indeed or just Kat

I'm a bisexual, transfem person who just kind of exists

She/her please, they is fine too, but try not to rely on it

Things I'm into right now

-Chonny Jash

-Ace attorney

-bluey

-dropout

-snapcube

-writing

-tomska

-jelloapocalypse

-epithet erased

-Hbomberguy

-bumbles mcfumbles

-HLVRAI

-Will Wood

-Tom Cardy

-ultrakill

-musical theater

-gothic horror (yes, the whole genre)

I'm probably forgetting stuff so I'll update this

I do mostly writing so expect some Grammar mistakes due to me sucking at that.

You can disagree with me on stuff as long as it's not about obvious bigotry (racism, transphobia, queerphobia, ableism, etc.) Or if you're being an asshole about it

Just be kosher, please

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Guys guys guys (gender neutral!) please send me your chonny jash headcanons and thoughts. I don’t know how to ask this properly but uh. Headcanons and thoughts. On the Australian man’s characters and music. In ask box. Please :3

Update, he has officially fallen into the Chonny hole. He's listened to cccc up to haiku and we've been taking about the lore. And he is currently looking at the lyrics in the "Ship of theseus" album to figure out the story. Someone in my friend group actually cares about Chonny and it makes me so happy.

I got one of my friends to match with me in Discord. Him as mind and me as heart, and I've never been happier

What do you mean I was wrong

Ok, so we can all agree this is the finally ship of theseus, right?

The song actually ended in a way a song would end, the description thanks all the artists, and of course the ship has been completely replaced. From the sails, to the face decoration in the front, and even the sky and ocean aren't the ones from the first artwork.

My guess will be he'll combine them into one very long song tomorrow. Maybe not, but that's what I think.

Jashtober day 9: Cruisin'

Maybe it’ll be ok for now. The war feels fresh, but perhaps it never existed at all. Maybe it did exist, but it doesn't matter now. I’m alright. The world is composed. Everything around me makes sense. Exactly as it should. I wonder if I’m a new person after all this time. When I first played this song my context was completely different. The way I told the story was of a different style and experience. I find myself hesitating to even attempt it once more. If I am a new person, will even trying it feel wrong. If I’m not a new person, will it just be derivative slop? Why am I even attempting this? Wait, that's exactly what I need to remember. Why I am doing this. The world feels manageable and understandable. The horrors aren’t close and the stars are in grabbing distance. The world is just as it needs to be. I may be revisiting this, but I have new understanding to bring. And I may be changing the synth for jazz, but I’m not a completely new person just because some has changed. Whatever comes of this has come from me. It’ll be not perfect, but it will be mine. 

That's when you bust out, "word" synonym, on Google