♦ pitied by @absolvedAnnihilation
Keemun Tea.
𓏲𓂃 Oh. W✦s th✦t ✦rtif✦ct ✦lw✦ys there? Hm, curious.
📺 I ha𐌅e g𐌏tten a few c𐌏mments ab𐌏ut my "mask," which is n𐌏t a mask, that is my face. I d𐌏 enj𐌏y augments. H𐌏we𐌅er, I d𐌏 n𐌏t rec𐌏mmend d𐌏ing what I'𐌅e d𐌏ne t𐌏 my b𐌏dy. It is highly ill-ad𐌅ised.
𓄀 i need better taste in men. 𓂃 ོ☼𓂃
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 cut, it's wh★t I do. The sc★le does not ch★nge the ★ction. It is not ★ b★d thing to h★ve ★ purpose.
I ★m ★ sword, ★nd I will die ★ sword. I refuse to become ★ ploughsh★re.
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.
a mOtHeRfUcKeR WoNdErS SoMeTiMeS WhAt's tHe pOiNt oF WaStInG LiKe pItY On hIm. GuShErS StIlL ToO FuCkInG SoFt )O: dOn't wAnT It gEtTiNg hArD EiThEr. No rEaL FuCkIn mIdDlE GrOuNd tO Be hAd.
i genuinely don't like being a person
If onlly we had just died before everything went to hell.
>>>(In) most cases...
>>>(Vessel) wept from (Its) lacerations >>>(Made) a mess, left unsealed >>>(Draining) all the color from (Your) visage... >>>(Left) with nothing but dried husks
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.
>>>(Been) missing for several days and nights >>>(The) clock keeps chanting (Its) awful mantra >>>(An) irritating mock >>>(A) tick, a tock... >>>(Where) did (They) run off to... and did (They) take that time with (Them)?..
Ɏ sometimes i feel like i'm not rea-a-al if i'm not being directly observed is tha-a-at norma-a-al Ɏ
>>| .i really need to start making notes somewhere .about people. because .it feels like .i'm losing memories .about people .around me. which .is bad.
Hmmmmm.
Hi.
Hm.
I should post something, so this is that post.
WE GOT BATMAN NOW??
Learning about Purpleblood Alternian and Beforan culture has been an interesting experience for me.
X Deep down I wonder what batman is planning Yea the human version is on here, he lurks and watches. x
DON’T REALLY BELIEVE THAT BUT WHATEVER YOU SAY.
A LONG LIFE OF BEING ME.
...I WISH… I WISH I KNEW PEOPLE COULD BE GOOD EARLIER.
Do You Ever Mourn The Person You Used To Be?
Most nights I have the energy to vigorously debate any troll and their views, even if they do not choose to meet me in good faith. Some nights, however, I feel as though I am being demonized for saying we should hold hands and be kind to each other.
>>>(Just) a reflection of a reflection
W£ don’t hav£ anything to talk about anymor£. £v£ry combination of words has b££n play£d out. Th£ atoms don’t form us anymor£.
>>>(Friends) are a false comfort to keep (You) vulnerable >>>(A) herd of paper mache >>>(For) what end?.. >>>(To) feel less lonely? >>>(A) bioengineered response to keep (Us) drowning, together... >>>(Just) associates, to perform business >>>((That)) is the prescription
i DO NOT need SLEEP. I DO NOT NEED IT. NEITHER DO I NEED FRIENDS.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:ɎØɄⱤ ₦₳₥Ɇ ł₴ ⱤØ₴Ɇ. ₳₴ ₩₳₴ ₱ⱤɆVłØɄ₴ⱠɎ ₥Ɇ₦₮łØ₦ɆĐ ɎØɄ ₳ⱤɆ ₩ł₮ⱧØɄ₮ ɆⱠɆ₵₮Ɽł₵ł₮Ɏ, ₳Ⱡ₮ⱧØɄ₲Ⱨ ɎØɄⱤ Ⱡ₳₱₮Ø₱ ₵Ø₥₱Ʉ₮ɆⱤ ₴₮łⱠⱠ ₣Ʉ₦₵₮łØ₦₴ Ø₦ ฿₳₮₮ɆⱤɎ ₱Ø₩ɆⱤ. ɎØɄ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₳ V₳ⱤłɆ₮Ɏ Ø₣ ł₦₮ɆⱤɆ₴₮₴. ɎØɄ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₳ ₱₳₴₴łØ₦ ₣ØⱤ Ɽ₳₮ⱧɆⱤ Ø฿₴₵ɄⱤɆ Ⱡł₮ɆⱤ₳₮ɄⱤɆ. ɎØɄ Ɇ₦JØɎ ₵ⱤɆ₳₮łVɆ ₩Ɽł₮ł₦₲ ₳₦Đ ₳ⱤɆ ₴Ø₥Ɇ₩Ⱨ₳₮ ₴Ɇ₵ⱤɆ₮łVɆ ₳฿ØɄ₮ ł₮. ɎØɄ Ⱨ₳VɆ ₳ ₣Ø₦Đ₦Ɇ₴₴ ₣ØⱤ ₮ⱧɆ ฿Ɇ₴₮ł₳ⱠⱠɎ ₴₮Ɽ₳₦₲Ɇ ₳₦Đ ₣ł₵₮ł₮łØɄ₴, ₳₦Đ ₴Ø₥Ɇ₮ł₥Ɇ₴ Đ₳฿฿ⱠɆ ł₦ ₱₴Ɏ₵ⱧØ₳₦₳ⱠɎ₴ł₴. ɎØɄ ₳Ⱡ₴Ø Ⱡł₭Ɇ ₮Ø ₭₦ł₮, ₳₦Đ ɎØɄⱤ ⱤØØ₥ ł₴ ₳ ฿ł₮ Ø₣ ₳ ₥Ɇ₴₴. ₳₦Đ Ø₦ Ø₵₵₳₴łØ₦, ł₣ JɄ₴₮ ₮ⱧɆ Ɽł₲Ⱨ₮ Ø₦Ɇ ₴₮Ɽł₭Ɇ₴ ɎØɄⱤ ₣₳₦₵Ɏ, ɎØɄ Ⱡł₭Ɇ ₮Ø ₱Ⱡ₳Ɏ VłĐɆØ ₲₳₥Ɇ₴ ₩ł₮Ⱨ ɎØɄⱤ ₣ⱤłɆ₦Đ₴. ₩Ⱨ₳₮ ₩łⱠⱠ ɎØɄ ĐØ? 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:Sav3, l✶ad, r3p3at.Sav3, l✶ad, r3p3at.Sav3, l✶ad, r3p3at.Sav3, l✶ad, r3p3at.Sav3, l✶ad, r3p3at.Sav3, l✶ad, r3p3at.Sav3, l✶ad, r3p3at.Sav3, l✶ad, r3p3at.Sav3, l✶ad, r3p3at.Sav3, l✶ad, r3p3at.Sav3, l✶ad, r3p3at.Sav3, l✶ad, r3p3at. 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
I know it hurts. I know how it feels. To SEE everyone (⒈) else, but lose yourself in the process. You claim you lack sentience, but you harbor everything in a cruel kind of simultaneity. It must be Too Much. Has anyone looked for you?
If breaking you is your Only Emancipation from this misery, then so be it. I have a caveat, though. Could I try to help you?
It's a promise.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:₵ØɄⱤłɆⱤ₴, ĐØØⱤ₥₳łĐ₴, ₳₦Đ ĐØ₵₮ØⱤ₴, ØⱧ ₥Ɏ 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
>>>(Sleep) is the microdosing of deaths to desensitize (Us) to the true reality >>>(Memento) mori!.. >>>(A) chant (They) spew to strip all but one idea... >>>((We)) were meant for nothing more...
I WONT FALL VICTIM TO IT. i must STAY FOCUSED
>>>(Quantum) immortality and similar theories are a placation to alleviate (Us) of (Our) responsibilities >>>(To) defer (Ourselves) to another self... >>>(Wish) fulfillment fantasies to keep (Us) turgid... >>>(A) daydream disguised as science...
>>>((Nothing)) has come forth >>>(Just) a stillness settling in >>>((It's)) quiet, (This) time of night >>>((Everything)) in (Its) right place...
I'm not really alive am I? I never was I shouldn't have been. What cruel punishment would constitute leaving me here, I cannot think of one who would be deserving. I am uniquely able to handle this job, Is that the only reason he picked me?
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
When the light is running low and the shadows start to grow And the places that you know seem like fantasy There's a light inside your soul That's still shining in the cold with the truth The promise in our hearts Don't forget, I'm with you in the dark https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSekfh6j2VgskOqseZDs9N0t5Tnb8gTKihiAPoOtJCD9yp3hmw/viewform?usp=dialog
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:"Did you ever stop to think that eventually there's a point where your name gets mentioned for the very last time? " 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
Happy one hundred memories, I am so delighted to have helped you all remember whilst also being sorry for the pain I have wrought. As a commemoration a face reveal. Apologies for the interference, it seems this device does not appreciate my face. This will have to do. For those asking for how I look from within the box https://i.postimg.cc/9FpzjYcq/Alternia-20260527-165906-0000.gif
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@discardedPasts You look back there's nothing you can do, you stand with a thousand yard stare there's nothing you can do, you try to act there's nothing you can do, there's blood everywhere there's nothing you can do. You feel them beneath you You feel it all beneath you, you feel your emotions shatter you feel the wind beneath your feet sweep you up You feel nothing more your emotions gone your own feelings history past... Your memories, they're gone. You look onward at HIM Will you have her be able to return from this You don't know and with that the box opens an empty vessel one that has been empty for a long time festering everything the world has forgot everything that is hurt everything that is helped everything that is loved everything that is died. You are now that vessel. Are you not? ANSWER ME R̷̡̡̛̲̟͇͓͚͈͎̣̗͖̣̦̊̑̀̉͋̌̂̓̿͛̂̇̕̚͠͝͠ͅo̶̢̧̧̞̳͉̩̤̣̮͓͙̱͙̞̞̮͙̭̙̅̈̿͛̄̒̑̑̏̂̇̿̀̐̑͐͌͂̍͠͝s̵̢̧̢̛̝̫̭̬̳̦̦̈́̀͐̓̉͛̀͠ë̷̡̳̱̳̳̗̼́̑̂̆͒̎͂́͑̔̈͐̔̓̎͆͊̉͌̌̆͑̅̊͝ͅ I'm sorry 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
I don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgottenI don't want to be forgo I don't want to be forgotten https://i.postimg.cc/9MbGx8c8/Tumblr-l-68046068083355-5.jpg
I do not know Not do I truly care
Break me.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:A lost soul oh, sorry, i blanked out a moment. um, anyway... so you really have no means to talk to others, huh? i... i had hoped you would, but. i guess i need to keep searching. perhaps i will get lucky again. Though this platform I am able to communicate, and through thoughts as well that is it. #help 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:A lost soul "At the risk of sounding like I'm pleading as if I'm a damsel in distress, do you really have to go back?" It's too warm here. It always is. Nothing but lava and metal. The gears burn even through clothes. "There's not many other choices here unless you want to deal with inane laughter for the rest of our lives. Which, mind you, are probably gonna expire shortly on their own in here anyway." The push and pull. Every week it's the same conversation. The need to go; the want to stay. Can't have both. Neither option makes both of you happy. "... You're never short on comforting words." Hands intwine. Sweaty and covered in dust. It feels awful. This is the closest to comfort you'll get. "Fuck do you want me to say, Rose? That I'll stay?" Silence. The pop of lava. Screeching metal as a gear nearby begins to shift. "You could pretend. You could lie to me." Your hands squeeze each other's so tightly you lose feeling at the tips of your fingers. "No. I couldn't." "I know." . . . I don't want to think about this 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
A lost soul oh. thats disheartening... i had hoped this could at least put me through to other people; trolls specifically. im a troll. im trying to make contact again, um. i dont know if you have a name or anything, but... what is it like, where you're at? Empty...I do not have a name you may can refer to me as just call me the box. #help
Thank you.
Hold her and never let go
I want to see her again
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
>> Oh, ¡ waડn't.. ta1k¡ng about you, but ¡ don't th¡nk ¡'m eડpec¡a11y worr¡ed about you ^ ^;; you ડeem n¡ce
Everyone breaks eventually.
Very well then
If you wish to witness I will not stop you, it is your decision.
I do not need company I don't exactly deserve it anyways. The offer is appreciated.
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@discardedPasts Back again are we? Why exactly are you seeking some therapy here, we both know you won't remember who you were. You served that life well and now you serve this one Stop making this about you like you always did https://i.postimg.cc/mg7f05m3/230f34525de47d812f9bcc6d417aa082-5.jpg 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@discardedPasts I thought we agreed to stop doing this, your memories need time we've established they all rise when they do. So why do we keep doing this? We are yelling our own emotions at ourselves for everyone to see. Not as if we care but it's getting pathetic. We are not a person. Are we? ... Just stop We don't have any memories worth remembering Why else would we be here? https://i.postimg.cc/9MLYzcf5/Screenshot-20260526-234439-3.jpg 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@discardedPasts Well this is interesting We don't forget anything I don't forget anything But I know I wasn't always this And I forgot that I guess I always forget that ... https://i.postimg.cc/d0xNhQf2/Screenshot-20260526-220917.png 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
>> ¡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 ?
>> D¡ડડent¡ng op¡n¡on, ¡'d at 1eaડt g¡ve ¡t ડome conડ¡derat¡on ¡f ¡ were you.
Please eat breakfast, even if it’s a single raisin. If medication has been prescribed to you, please take it.
>> ¡ 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
>>>( https://youtu.be/Txn5-dKLFHg )
>>>(Too) many trimmings made (Me) thin >>>(Translucency) against tangibility >>>(Chewing) the fat (We) cut >>>(Rumination) on the remuneration on (Our) pound of flesh >>>(Oh), the things (We) do because (We) must!..
Tumorous. Your reputation has grown wantonly into a cancer. Preceding You, consuming You, pursuing You. Every iteration a shadow, a dark blemish upon the skin of Your story's bindings. Mocking spectators. Perverted spectres. Voyeurs looking from the outside, in. Blinded by Your own ego. Only to truly wake up after several rude awakenings. You realize You held Yourself too dear. The dearest darling to be culled. The ultimate redaction to simplify this convoluted mess of guest appearances. Take out the brightest light in the dark forest. You held Yourself too highly for too long. You couldn't do It. You couldn't make Yourself do It. You are too important. They don't deserve Your presence but They must suffer It regardless. If You are to be a symbol, You will make It a defacement upon the world. An effigy. A doppelganger. Something, Someone to engorge upon Your remnant blames, hates, fears. Someone to take all the eyes off of You. They are watching. You feel eyes upon You, an invisible presence that follows. Like usual. They couldn't help Themselves. Three lights of work without interruptions. A gracious break from all the unwanted attention. Come to an end. They don't care about the process. Just the results. Too bad. No spoilers. https://file.garden/aer6PKe9Ula7v4tw/lujanns.png #cw-self-harm #photography
>>>(If) not (Me), then (Who)?.. >>>(A) creaking sometimes echoes through. >>>((Someone)) rings the phone. A dial tone. >>>((It's)) getting late. Some knackered groans. >>>((Someone)) speaks too loud. A cotton ball. >>>((It's)) time for sleep. Some muffled calls. >>>((Someone)) laid to rest. A peaceful light. >>>((It's)) quiet now. Some poignant sights. >>>(A) creaking sometimes echoes through. >>>(If) not (Them), then (You)!..
>>>(Misinterpreted) signs >>>((Everything)) unaligned >>>(Struck) stupid, blind >>>((That)) terrible tarot two timer!..
>>>(Circling) >>>((They're)) circling once more >>>(Preying) on (Me) >>>(As) if >>>((My)) carcass is soon to be available