♣ mediated by @chickenJockey
yes she can have known though!!!! it was Like haLf her motiv8ion at any given Point!!!!!!!! she abuses PeoPLe, and i get the karmic retribution. it's such 8uLLshit.
it's fine. you're right, it's a stuPid habit, but... it just Pisses me off, y'know? watching her (or him in this case?) just buLLy someone Like that. maybe it kind of Pisses me off that her being such an asshoLe is what got me buLLied in the first PLace.
ok U can call me a dumb bitch 4 this. but is it possible U want 2 fix them as a way 2 fix Urself?
why do i even bother?
I don't know how long I've been walking. Time has no teeth here. It cannot bite into the days and separate them cleanly. Everything has become one endless stretch of wet footsteps and black horizons. The world is drowning. The ground beneath me is not earth. It breathes. It pulses beneath my boots with the slow rhythm of something sleeping beneath a fever. Every step sinks ankle-deep into black ooze thick as tar and cold enough to make my bones ache. It clings to me. It creeps into the seams of my clothes, beneath my fingernails, into the cracks in my skin. I can smell it even when I stop moving. Rot. Salt. Copper. Something sweet underneath it all. I have forgotten what clean air tastes like. The sky, if this place has one, hangs overhead like bruised flesh. No stars. No moon. Only darkness layered upon darkness until distance loses meaning. The silence is worse. It is not the silence of absence. It listens. Sometimes the ooze shifts around my legs, and I think I feel fingers beneath the surface. I do not look down anymore. I walked because standing still felt dangerous. I walked because sleep brought dreams of mouths opening in the dark. I walked because somewhere, impossibly far away, there was light. At first I thought it a trick of exhaustion. A dying brain scraping together one final mercy before collapse. It was no larger than the head of a pin against the endless black. But it remained. Steady. Patient. Waiting. So I followed it. Hours. Days. Years. I trudged through rivers of slime that reflected faces I almost recognized. Through forests of pale growths that bent toward me as I passed, their surfaces quivering with eager anticipation. Across plains of black mire where colossal shapes moved beneath the surface like whales beneath ocean waves. Always toward the light. It grew larger. Brighter. My fear grew with it. Eventually, I reached the place from which it came. I do not possess the language necessary to describe what I saw. God has abandoned that vocabulary. It stood before me. It unfolded before me. It was vast beyond comprehension, stretching upward into distances my eyes could not measure, disappearing into the darkness above. It resembled a cathedral built from diseased anatomy. Towers of ivory growth spiraled around one another like lovers embracing beneath the sea. Veins pulsed through translucent membranes that shimmered with impossible colors my mind refused to retain. Thousands of eyes bloomed and closed across its surface. Each eye wept golden light. Each tear illuminated the black world around it. Its beauty struck me first. I hated that. The elegance of its symmetry. The softness of its radiance. The way its song, low and resonant, vibrated through my ribs and made my heart ache with homesickness for somewhere I have never been. Then I saw the mouths. Millions of them. Nestled within folds of pearl-white tissue. Infant mouths. Elderly mouths. Animal mouths. Human mouths. Each whispering over one another in a tide of desperate devotion. Prayers. Warnings. Laughter. Screams. Declarations of love. Begging. All at once. Its scent reached me next. Perfume and gangrene. Fresh rain on summer pavement. The sweetness of blooming flowers. The stench of opened graves. It made bile rise into my throat even as tears filled my eyes. I wanted to kneel before it. I wanted to run until my legs tore apart. I wanted it to touch me. I wanted to peel my own skin off just to escape its presence. The light pouring from its countless eyes washed over me. I saw my childhood. I saw my death. I saw cities drowning in black tides beneath silent skies. I saw mothers holding children with faces that were not their own. I saw mountains kneeling. I saw oceans learning how to hunger. I saw myself standing exactly where I stand now. Again. And again. And again. I do not know if it noticed me. I pray it did not. I fear it did. I remained there for what may have been minutes or centuries, weeping uncontrollably into the black sludge coating my boots. Eventually, I found enough strength to turn away. I have begun walking again. The darkness no longer feels empty. I can hear distant footsteps behind me now. Measured. Unhurried. Patient. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I still see that impossible light burning beneath my eyelids. Beautiful. Perfect. Filthy. Holy. I do not know whether I discovered salvation or witnessed the wound from which creation itself still bleeds. I only know that whatever waits at the end of this world... MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
YO̶u shO̶ulD̶ all get M̶O̶re evil. Except D̶O̶n’t because then yO̶u’D̶ be rivals I’D̶ have tO̶ kill.
⛧your opinion is invaluable 'chickenJockey'. #sarcastic⛧
The floor trembles beneath my hooves. Not from thunder. Not from a storm. From them. The line moves forward one reluctant step at a time. Iron rails press against my sides. The air tastes wrong here. Sharp. Bitter. Like old metal and fear baked into concrete. The others know. No one taught us. No one had to. The old cow ahead of me hasn't made a sound for hours. She simply stares forward with wide, glassy eyes, watching whatever waits around the corner. Every so often she shivers. Every so often the line moves. And she moves with it. I try not to. The gate behind me slams shut. The sound echoes through my bones. I remember grass. I remember sunlight warming my back. I remember rain. Mud. The buzzing of flies. Small things. Beautiful things. They feel impossibly far away now. A memory from another creature's life. The corridor narrows. The smell grows stronger. The old cow disappears around the bend. For a moment there is silence. Then a noise. A mechanical hiss. A heavy thud. And nothing. The line moves again. Something ancient and animal inside me begins to scream. Not with sound. With certainty. This is the end. Not a predator's chase. Not a wolf's teeth. No chance to run. No struggle beneath the stars. Just walls. Just machinery. Just inevitability. The humans stand beyond the rails, their faces unreadable. To them we are numbers moving down a ledger. Weight. Inventory. The line moves. The corner approaches. My legs shake. I don't want to see what waits there. Yet I already know. The old cow knew. The calf that vanished last season knew. Every frightened eye in this corridor knows. The world grows smaller with every step. The sky is gone. The grass is gone. Soon, I will be gone too. The line moves forward. And so do I. Because there is nowhere else left to go.
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
fuck i'm sorry Pinkie Pie i smoked the eviL weed that made me eviL .(
hey!! no fighting!!!!! tolmi we r figuring it out, i was trying 2 figure out how 2 explain it. its the clubs thing, remember? the 1 that has 3 ppl? she & me r auspiciants, & @chickenJockey is our auspistice.
/ᐠ Hm, no. I guess you weren't important enough news to relay to me! ᐟ\
i mean jurys still out its not impossible and no not like that idr wanna think abt where were gonna be sexways yet
fr tho im kinda still shook that i didnt fucking strangle U
@chickenJockey is Lowkey the best ausPistice ever?? seriousLy, that was about to be some saLted earth. good job, fussyfa- ... ProbabLy shouLdn't say that one in PubLic.
celis gonna auspisticize 4 Us wish her luck...........
it won't be your fauLt.
@twwiinAquariium FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM
i just got my spade broken & im crashing the fuck out could U have the SLIGHTEST BIT OF TACT!!!!!!!!!!!
guess it's just in my fucking bLood to hurt everybody. ........ *8Lood. whatever. i don't care anymore.
i hate this. i hate this. i hate this. it was all a lie it was all a fucking lie
FUCK IT. im putting @starstuddedSalticid on blast. https://imgchest.com/p/9249eza5myn fuck her 4ever.
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i just wanna wake Up and have this b a dream. U~@ and not have my FUCKING EMOTICON GET ALL- WHY DO THE ~@ LINK 2GETHER LIKE THAT WHY DOES idfc. i dont FUCKING care. GUESS I DONT HAVE A KISMESIS ANYMORE.
gr8 job, ana. fuck uP the one good thing you've got going.
im sorry caddie #vague #butnotreaLLy
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Um- Our Quad Professional ( Mea ) Is Still Sick ( She Has An Infection (｡ŏ﹏ŏ) ) And With Vraz ( Our Grouchy Guppy ) Being Banned From Answering For Being Unprofessional, I Suppose It's My Turn To Try And Answer.. So! ⋆♤˚⟡˖ "My Kismesis And I Got In A Fight, But Not Like Our Normal Fun Fights. I Got Really Upset With Her But Then She Said She Needed Space And Its Been Weeks & I'm Fine Now I'm Ready To Talk But She Still Needs Space? She's Like "working On Herself" Or Some Bullshit And I'm 90% Sure She's Talking To Someone Really Dangerous. How Long Do I Let This Go On Before I Just Threaten To Break Up For Real." ˖⟡˚ ♤ ⋆ ~ This Question Has Been Edited To Protect The Identity Of The User. #advice After Looking Through Your Account, This Seems To Be Quite A Difficult Situation. First I Would Like To Offer My.. Sympathies? Condolences? One Of Those. ~ Also Yes We Do Look Through Accounts So We Can Have More Perspective, That Is Why We Ask For The Chittr Handle. We Can Still Give Advice Without It But It Is Better To Have It! From An Outside Perspective It Seems That There Was A Misunderstanding Where Things Were Said And Comments Were Taken Out Of Context. Feelings Were Hurt In A Bad Way. Some Space In This Situation Is Actually A Good Thing, So I Will Commend You For That! You Made A Good Choice There. however, When Space Is Needed It Means That There Needs To Be Minimal Contact Until Things Have Settled, And Being Constantly Contacted Can Reset That Moment Of Space. On The Other Hand, You Have Made Your Request For Communication Quite Clear! Your Care For Their Safety Shows That Your #pitch Feelings, If A Bit Clingy, Are Coming From A Healthy Place - You Do Not Want Them Genuinely In Danger. But Even If They Are Not Responding To You, As Long As They Are Safe Everything Should Be Alright. Asking Others To Check In Was Good At First But Now You Need To Give Them Some Proper Time To Work Through Their Thoughts. If You Are Worried They're Falling Into A Bad Crowd, Tell Their Friends And Let Them Handle It, And Keep Yourself Away From The Situation. As For The Break-up Question.. Take A Long Think. Is That What You Want? You Have A Valid Reason; You Made Your Need For #communication Clear And They Haven't Been Doing That. You've Shown You Don't Appreciate Being Ignored Or The Silence. But Is This A Behaviour You're Willing To Deal With If The Relationship Goes Forwards? If Yes, Then You Should Wait It Out, Try To Do Something To Keep Your Mind Off It. If No, I Think You Have Your Answer.. If You Do Decide That Breaking Up Is The Answer, You Need To Phrase It As Plainly As Possible. Tell Them You Don't Appreciate The Radio Silence And Are Considering Ending The Relationship If Things Don't Improve. You Need To Have A Calm Discussion About This, So Keep Any Pitch Feelings And Non-pitch Disgruntlement Out Of It. Only Say This If You Are Willing To Go Through With A Break Up. We Wish You The Best Of Luck! ♠ #quadrantconundrums ♠
dont encourage her.
kill that bitch whoevers strongest gets 2b the REAL caddie
fem cueball just asked me about my simpsons ocs. genuinely what is today ._.
There is nothing more important than staying connected to my constituents.
Listen. i'm vriska serket's #1 fan and her #1 hater. nobody eLse on earth c has vriska oPinions as nuanced and weLL-suPoorted as me. i am the most correct any Person couLd ever be about the thief of Light. don't fuck with me.
well thats my afternoon fucking ruined.
any earthcians seen a bitch around? lanky, 5'11", stupid shorts, 2 belts, rainbow hair?? my stupid fucking kismesis hasnt been 2 class in weeks but i know shes been hive and i KNOW she can read this!!!!! ........... i miss U ana. we miss U @anime club
> "anonymous" > cLearLy sent by vriska
I don't need badges for validation. I already don the holy cross on me at all times! Now THAT'S what matters for symbols - Matthew 13:22
never ever ever fucking say that!!!!!!!! .( you can't give into that shit. trust me. i've had those thoughts. they don't Lead anywhere good...
okay, horse girl (said in mocking tone)
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