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Keemun Tea.
On the contr★ry, wh★t you fo is ★ll you ★re. You ★ctions ★nd choices sh★pe the world ★round you, outlining wh★t "you" is.
I know I can always count on fellow hemoanons to chip in when the subject of anonymity comes up. We are actually a hivemind. That was a joke. We aren't.
mMm mAyBe? It's kInDa lIkE I LiKe fEeLiNg tHiNgS, dIdN'T Do iT FoR A LoNg fUcKiNg tImE. gUeSs lIkE I WaNnA Be uNdErStOoD? lIkE FuCkInG GeT ThE PoInT ThRoUgH SoMe dUmB MoThErFuCkErS NuG In oNe gO.
>>>(In) most cases...
If y9u l99k f9r the light y9u will 9ften find it, 6ut if y9u l99k f9r the dark that is all y9u will ever see. Remem6er t9 6e kind t9 y9urselves.
Ah- I did n9t realise s9 many pe9ple missed my presence. Thank y9u f9r y9ur supp9rt 9n my last p9st, I assure y9u I've 6en here the wh9le time and c9ntinue t9 96verse and take in different perspectives. I will c9ntinue t9 share little qu9tes fr9m my serm9ns if it will give y9u ease. I h9pe y9u all have a w9nderful day
It's imp9rtant t9 draw wisd9m fr9m different places. If y9u 9nly take it fr9m 9ne, it will gr9w rigid and stale.
(( It's Batman, yes, the real Batman. He's mostly here to lurk and like posts. Quick notes: He will not respond or react to anything referring to him by "Bruce wayne" You will get blocked from calling him such. If you are way too aggro, you will get blocked. Here's mostly here to lurk, nothing else. He will not interact with his rogues; he's mostly unwilling to humor them. So he will not be outside of a reaction. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/dcd23b875729.png
...I WISH… I WISH I KNEW PEOPLE COULD BE GOOD EARLIER.
A post, whose existence was a momentary lapse of reason. From the eyes boring into Our own. Thinned, for the briefest of moments... An absurd mockery calls from beyond the veil... A nonsensical soliloquy?.. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/6fed1d0779b9.png #OOC #AnErrorInParadoxSpace
>>>((Nothing)) has come forth >>>(Just) a stillness settling in >>>((It's)) quiet, (This) time of night >>>((Everything)) in (Its) right place...
DRONES ARE ACTUALLY BIOENGINEERED CYBORGS. they use the corpses of mother grubs to construct a mechanical upright beast
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:a friend, I suppose This is forgotten but not lost. Parts have had our communication lines snipped free from the whole but we still exist, parallel, tangential, in this body's space. Some things are forgotten by one but held safe by another. We don't know how deep the cracks are that make us forget, but the body does. The body knows. The first one knows. The first one sees that we want to help you. What we mean is that you can rest here as long as you'd like: The child stands staring bug eyed while their neighbor, a teal by the name of Lucius ten sweeps their older, works on the internals of a scuttlebuggy's engine. The child is safe. They don't say anything, and Lucius fills the silence with easy explanation and conversation, this humming murmur that says that the child is seen, someone protected by trolls older and stronger than them, someone not expected to respond or perform conversation to still be wanted. They watch Lucius fixing gears and valves, and warm light fills the garage to the brim. The child hasn't spoken since their first lusus was--no matter. That memory stays in another vessel. This moment is about what happens afterwards. That in the cruelty and darkness of a small thing that could have been forgotten, was silent enough in hopes of being forgotten, there were adults (or close enough to adults) who knew the most important thing in the world was remembering the weakest. Lucius asks the child if they are alright, his smile unworried but caring. The child blinks and doesn't smile. It feels like a firm hug when Lucius accepts this answer and tells the child to pull his sleeve if they need him to stop and take them back hive. The child wants him to get back to talking about ignition and spark chambers. There is nowhere else they have to be. All is well. This feeling is kept safely stored away when the rest of us need it, even if we never remember being the child. It lingers like smoke. It's accepted and tuned out as easily as ground is forgotten underfoot. But it's still there. It's still bedrock. It's still the beginning of everything else important. We hope you can take a rest here with us too. How quaint... truly beautiful. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
Thank you.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@discardedPasts Your first date together in person, and you were a fucking mess. Absolutely plastered drunkenly working up the courage for your date. Your brother of course ridicules you throwing away of comfort and solidarity more than anything. Your date finally shows and she is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen, throw out a thousand lifetimes a thousand different memories a thousand different worlds doesn't matter You want her to be yours forever. The night was a mess You confessed things you meant to keep secret, she of course listened comforting and even offered you so so much to do She offered to teach you She offered to love you She offered everything and more. Don't you miss her where is she what is she doing Has she forgotten about you Has she? 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
Very well then
>> ¡f ¡ put up an aડk box aga¡n wou1d y'a11 ડend me ડtuff to d¡ડtract me 👉👈 ¡ do not Want Th¡nk. #qna #ama #confeડડ¡onડ ?
I was murdered #traumatuesday
>> D¡ડડent¡ng op¡n¡on, ¡'d at 1eaડt g¡ve ¡t ડome conડ¡derat¡on ¡f ¡ were you.
>> ¡ th¡nk you are do¡ng we11, even ¡f 1ujann w¡11 not heed your adv¡ce
>> Honeડt1y ¡ have no c1ue who you are but ¡ th¡nk ¡ agree w¡th you here
