Just Got Hit With A Wave Of Pain

I'm so bummed man,

Im hanging out with Jerald and I can't take a good picture!

I know it's not his fault he corrupts every picture he is in, but I wanted to show a slefie!

thinking

ive been thinking a lot lately.

Am I the reason someone is sad?

What happens after you die?

Does anyone look up to me?

Does somebody use me as a bad example for their kids?

I'm I the hero in somebody's story? Am I the villain?

What would the world be like if I didn't exist?

...

Anyways let's move on.

Ive also been thinking

Death is like rain.

You never think about it until you experience it.

The first time you are made aware of it (be it in a movie, a book, a show or real life) you can't stop thinking about it.

It creeps up on you.

You catch yourself thinking

Is it gonna rain today? (Is someone going to die)

Am I gonna get caught in it? (Am I going to die)

Is my friend going to get caught in the rain? (Is my friend going to die)

Is it going to sprinkle or pour? (Will it be painful or painless?)

And we may be able to move on after it happens, and go about our life, but it's always there.

Looming in the background.

And it will remind you of the fact.

You wish it wouldn't happen again, but you know it will.

At least the rainbows pretty. (At least they are at peace now.)

Me: *dehydrated as fuck*

Me: I don't wanna moveeeee

My brain: get water idiot

Me: I w I l l s u f f e r

Trust made of dust and bones

Trust is like a chalkboard.

Covered in words and phrases and actions, Written with a chalk made of dust and bones.

It's easy to erase, But the chalk is so hard to make.

I always used to wonder, Why didn't we use ink instead?

Write it on paper? With the ink made of blood.

Its more permanent, It lasts longer.

I think I understand why we use chalk now.

Any mistake made in ink can never be fixed.

It can be hidden, It can be covered with more ink,

But it's always there.

We have to work hard to make the chalk, When ink is so easy.

We have to treasure the chalk, But we don't worry about the mistakes made in it.

The ink made of blood is far to easy to make, Far to easy to write with, Far too easy to mess up.

When you mess up once, It can never be fixed.

With chalk, You can just wipe it away.

Spilled ink is forever ink astray.

gnome sighing

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Me: you say romance isn't dead

Me: *cocks gun*

Me: lemme fix that for ya.

what if instead of having spell slots, each time we cast a spell, we have to eat a proportional marshmallow? Like, eventually ur gonna become so disgusted by the taste that you can't eat them anymore. And thus, you are out of spells.

my biggest achievement is being rickrolled by the country of france

Edit: twice

its shedding season

You all know what that means

It's time to get out the loom.

Hopefully this year my skin actually fits