♦ pitied by @chickenJockey
I think the lack of face to face contact is getting to me I'm conversating with a lump of inedible meat
Things were e★sier when I didn't c★re.
woof.
who wouldve thought bein isolated your entire life would make you suck at interacting.
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.
Don't fucking talk to me or my wall of mlp merchandise ever again. Or my G3 Draculaura.
NO IT WAS MADE TO SHARE FRIENDSHIP AND MAGIC. Nobody gets it...
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
I'm taking a nerds gummy rope today is already to stressful to deal with. #substances
Wanted dead or alive. This traitor has been spreading lies about multiple subjects including Her Imperious Condensation. These acts are unforgivable. If you know the location of @aeneasCaldarium contact now and you will be hailed as a hero. Glory to the Alternien Empire #cagttl https://i.postimg.cc/g2qGScqV/Screenshot-20260615-141101.png
☆I do but it’s probably beKause of all the gunpowder and metal shavings so it ain’t that serious☆
YO̶u shO̶ulD̶ all get M̶O̶re evil. Except D̶O̶n’t because then yO̶u’D̶ be rivals I’D̶ have tO̶ kill.
oh gog oh fuck not the horse
I haven’t see M̶y BESTIE at all tO̶night, saD̶.
>i shit you not with this one >be me last night >order troll dominos because i'm starving to death and refuse to pay Big Poppa J's extortionate-ass prices >chain is already an unreliable piece of shit >delivers flavordiscs at roughly the same speed a fat fuck passes a slaughtersphere-sized kidney stone >but hey!!! >deals upon deals upon deals FTW >surely that means something >turns out the discounts exist exclusively to make you feel like a complete fucking idiot for what happens next >WAIT SIX ENTIRE HOURS FOR A HALF-HOUR ESTIMATED DELIVERY >WATCH THE GRUBHUB GUY FULLY TRAVEL TO THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE FUCKING CITY >WATCH HIM APPARENTLY DECIDE THAT DELIVERING MY FOOD IS SECONDARY TO KICKING IT WITH THE BOYS >TRACKING APP LOOKING LIKE I'M MONITORING A MIGRATORY ANIMAL >finally shows up at my hive with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face >absolutely blasted out of his thinkpan >flavordisc is cold >wings fried harder than his frontal lobe >stood there for a solid ten seconds contemplating whether i should simply evaporate him and his busted-ass scuttlebuggy directly off the face of alternia >unfortunately he's indigo so instead i had to settle for spitting in his gander globe and spending the rest of the night hate-eating microwaved disappointment >bruh
https://i.postimg.cc/wTDxn2Nz/IMG-1343.jpg #horse
#wizard twink obliterated https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/0d252442450d.jpg
iit"2 diifferent wwhen ii 2ay iit..
It is! But I will have things t☉ d☉ eventually and I can¹t m☉ve her ☉wn my ☉wn
[BEGIN MESSAGE] i have been 1iztening tt0 a human p0dcazt ca11ed midnight burger. and tthiz qu0te haz ztuck with me. [qu0te] "i am 1eif. i 1ive f0rever in every m0ment i've exizted. i zwear tt0 every ztar in tthe c0zm0z. i never f0rg0t it waz a gift." [end qu0te] #grief #death #qu0tez [END MESSAGE]
ffffuckkk.
cramps...
they block me before ii"vve done anythiing becau2e ii"m twwo cute..
Why are we talking about twinks?
when DDoes i♀ reach a poin♀ where i'm so pa♀he♀ic ♀ha♀ i have ♀o make a grub♀ube apology viDDeo abou♀ how pa♀he♀ic i am
"= >:I ="
if sm1 douoesnt.t get.t why an easily breakable man wououwuld be at.tt.tract.tive i douont.t get.t t.them
"= i don't know, maybe? i am thin so i am just strengthening the definition to not involve me. also. . ="
i use humour to cover up the fact that i really feel like a fuck up and i contribute nothing to society
i was gonna say im not a twink but i definitely am fuck
t.twinkphouobia a t.tale as ouold as t.time
[⚙︎ Woke up just to pick at scabs. Wish this shit wou|d be done itching a|ready. ⚙︎]
October 14, 1994 I don't know what day it really is anymore. The watch stopped sometime yesterday. Or the day before. It's hard to tell. The trees outside never seem to change. Just black trunks and fog. Endless fog. I found this abandoned house at sunset. At least I think it was sunset. The windows are so filthy that daylight looks sickly and weak. The place smells like mildew and rotten wood. Something died here years ago and the house never forgot. I've pushed a dresser against the front door and nailed boards over the downstairs windows. It won't stop it if it really wants to come inside. But maybe it doesn't know I'm here. Maybe. I've seen it three times now. The first time was near the creek. I thought it was a deer standing between the trees until it stood up. The second time it was outside my tent. I heard breathing. Not animal breathing. Wet breathing. Like lungs full of mud. The third time... The third time it smiled at me through the woods. I don't know how far away it was. Fifty feet. A hundred. The distance didn't seem right. Its face looked close even though its body was hidden among the trees. It watched me run. It didn't chase. That's what scares me. Every predator I've ever known wants to catch its prey. This thing wants something else. The sun went down hours ago. I can hear it outside now. Not footsteps. Scratching. Slowly circling the house. Sometimes it drags its nails across the siding. Sometimes it taps on the walls. Once, it knocked on the front door. Three slow knocks. Like a person. I've been hiding upstairs in a bedroom closet with this journal and a flashlight. The battery is dying. Every few minutes I hear the floorboards downstairs creak. The scratching stopped twenty minutes ago. I thought it had left. Then I heard the attic hatch open. This house doesn't have an attic ladder. I don't know how it got up there. I can hear it moving above me now. Slow. Heavy. The ceiling is shedding dust with every step. It's directly over this room. Wait. There's someone whispering. No. Not someone. It's my own voice. It's speaking from above me. It's saying my name. It's saying it again. The ceiling is bending. Dear God, it's looking through the crack and I can see its ey
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MOOOOOOOO #pensive #frustrated
After Dirk and his little posse killed tavros I admit I don't remember a solid few months of my life I just remember waking up surrounded by dead imps and having a much better understanding of the Cthulonic language then I should
being a light player is hard because i shouldnt know certain things but i cant help it
im better. thanks for not giving a fuck.
i had a visCeral reaCtion to this but you are ri6ht
MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
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.
(⊱♓︎⊰) gog i'm still really tired after last night ugh
noooooooo!!!!!!!! the scary cow!!!!!!!! not the nice.miLk !
nooooo i'm way too high aLready if i eat that the cow is gonna come out of my screen and kiLL me........ .(
fuck i'm sorry Pinkie Pie i smoked the eviL weed that made me eviL .(
Having only one arm. Makes typing difficult sometimes.
my head has been feeling fuzzy all day :/
Do not buy your bllades from CostCull. They are affordablle but not quallity.
im bein rlly brave abt my tummy hurting rn :\
selling my cat that scratched me and made me bleed for 10 quids now because hes ignoring me
there's someone behind my mind. #substance
BAD COW BAD COW NO NO NO NONO NO NO NO #substance
DONT PUNCH IT PLEASE I DONT WANT IT TO POST THE SCARY IMAGE AGAIN #substance
The man stumbled through the woods, half-running, half-falling. Mud coated his clothes. Blood soaked one sleeve where a deep wound carved into his arm. Every breath scraped his throat raw. Branches clawed at his face as he crashed through the darkness, too terrified to care about the pain. Behind him came something. Not footsteps. Not breathing. Just the certainty that it was there. He had never seen it clearly. Every time he turned, there was only movement between the trees. A glimpse of a shape where no shape should fit. A shadow crossing impossible distances in the blink of an eye. The forest seemed endless. Then he saw it. Light. A pale glow through the branches. The road. His heart lurched. Civilization. Safety. He could already imagine headlights cutting through the darkness. A passing car. A phone. Help. The road couldn't be more than fifty yards away. He laughed, a ragged, desperate sound. "I'm gonna make it..." His legs screamed as he pushed harder. Forty yards. Thirty. The trees began to thin. Twenty. He could see the asphalt now, silver beneath the moonlight. Ten. A sob escaped him. Five. Then everything went silent. No wind. No insects. No sound at all. The man slowed. Something felt wrong. A shadow passed overhead. His smile vanished. He looked up. For a single instant, he saw a shape descending from the darkness above the trees. Far too large. Far too fast. Hope shattered. The thing hit him before he could scream. The impact threw him from the trail and into the undergrowth. Leaves exploded into the air. Branches snapped like bones. The road sat only a few feet away. Close enough to touch. The man dragged himself forward through the dirt, trembling fingers reaching toward the asphalt. A hand's length. A fingertip's length. Then something wrapped around his ankle. He was yanked backward into the darkness. The trees swallowed him whole. By morning, the road was empty. Only a trail in the mud remained, disappearing into the woods, as though something had dragged a man away from salvation at the very last second. July 7th, 1994
WHATS GOOGLE????
NO. IM NOT DUMB. FOR FUCK SAKE.
You'd think there'd be more tact to the absolute volume of horny.
almost said something crazy to someone and i had to hold myself back because im a saint
man, no good deeds. you show someone sympathy, someone else wants you dead. or something.
grrr i have noooo ideas no ideas! i dont know what i can do about this lack of inspurration!! >X/ agghhhhh i need to figure out a way to fix this or else ill lose my oppurrtunity forever i think
...probably. wouldn't surprise me, tbh.
i mean, yeah, i did. and i won. but those people, they don't know who i am. i'm not sure who i am matters to them.
am i. really like that??? im trying to follow my own path or whatever but im really struggling with that when all i see are other mes going down a path they really shouldnt. going down a path i cant forget about
sum girl keeps disliking my posts like ohmygod im not into u bruh GTFO #stalker
Shhapes n coligrs
Perhaps I should learn not to click on things #vague
this hairdye was supposed to be temporary btw. yeah uh. itz not. #failure #stained
D --> We should start a support group for people whose notifications have been destroyed by my presence
ok damn. #vague
Yeah, Sleuth? Alan? Idk. I'm not really sure-- Yep. They're writing her love letters AND she might be slanging her shit for Orphaner Dualscar-- Yeah, no. No, yeah I agree. I too would like off this wild ride.
Wouldn't be chittr without accidental paradox space incest #vaguepost
Just Saw A " Baby " For The First Time. #scary
IRUINEDTHEENTIREDOUJINIWASINKINGGGGGGGGGGG
hey, so heavy stuff. so send cute boys to distract me. (sorry girls, vrissy gets jealous.)
dude i did not sign up on this site for kasperception. #HELP!!
i wonnder if this level of lonnely is a nnormal amouunnt? i love everyonne. yet i still feel isolated
ye§. but katana§ and §word§ are NOT the §ame. §tarting from appearance, ending with culture.
why do people react like that. i thought it was normal knowledge that my jade was real shitty.
Do I miss my friends enough to die in a fiery explosion or do I continue living a miserable lonely existence hm. #suicideideation #selfharm
thinking about when i was just a crow again and #fuck #grackles those guys sucked
losing my #marbles right now...
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Waking Up To Junior Being Stripped Of Personality After Probably The Nastiest Night I've Had Emotionally In A Millennia Is My Least Favorite Way To Start The Day.
oh. and the nice ruby phase is over. that was only for a fuckin day.
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...........somehow, i never realized jUst how intense his feelings were. that's... Uncomfortable. #vague
why the fuck do i have chittr goLd? i didn't Pay for this shit. w8, why am i verified AND deverified????
IS THERE PRIDE TO BE HAD FOR ME. I DO NOT THINK I DESERVE IT. OR I AM INCAPABLE OF HOLDING IT.
wait I CANT go back to bed I have obligationss hggrrgrgr I'm gonna sstart biting people
There's a joke to be made however I do not have the sobriety to make it right now. #substance
never in my goddamn life have i ever met someone who pissed me off enough to miss them what the fuck
/ᐠ Ha! No, no. Not anymore. He's been a Beast for years now. It's fine, it was his time. ₍^. .^₎⟆ ᐟ\
WHAT???? MOM????????? WHAT!?
/ᐠ It's where gravetrees are planted. ᐟ\
/ᐠ I feel kind of bad... I got to meet Caddie's mom AND her grandfather! I mean... I guess if she came in person, I could show her my dad, and we could go visit my grandpa in the Red Grove, but... That would just be kind of a gloomy day. ₍^. .^₎⟆ ᐟ\
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.
https://file.garden/ZjWeSXBkUxBjUmEk/poutingbutsad.png
𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘:@notjustaBagel You and your friends found a spring near the commune one night. Did you know you had friends, ██████? You dared each other to get in the water. Squealed at the cold and jumped out before your toes turned numb. Laid on the cool stone and stared up at the sky together, musing about what life would be like in space. You never told them you didn't want to go. You used to worry it was selfish. It wasn't selfish we both know 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗
I am lost again. This whole thing better be worth it.
my neck is killing me. among other things that are also killing me.
how do u think she had u in the first place lolmao
HOW THE FUCK MY MOM HAS MORE GAME THAN ME??????
Divorce got Us fucked up
yk when you’re so hungry it makes you nauseous??
i think im getting the flu.
>> ¡ had another #1owડtakeડconfeડડ¡onડ ¡n m¡nd But that actua11y made me ડo angry ¡ comp1ete1y forgot what ¡t waડ. That'ડ d¡ડappo¡nt¡ng.
slept terribly last night again. my respite was short lived. my resting heart rate is very high today. maybe the cardiologist thing was the universe taking pity on me.
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...........
dunno wwhat you"re talkiin about..
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.
Pretty fucking sPecific actuaLLy. idk why i even tagged this
im sorry caddie #vague #butnotreaLLy
==> Hmmm. Dirk + Knife sounds funny. omg omg omg ICK EW UGH i also got like, a knife with ai?? i guess?? UGH #livesgrubbing https://file.garden/ZjWeSXBkUxBjUmEk/roxmspfa10.png ==> (Type in comments.)
ah shit ah fuck i warned y0u @farmstinkButtlass goddammit get back here!
I ★m ★lso now b★nned from in g★me communic★tions though. https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/078c63★f3f9e.png
//mun is having quite muse disease please be patient
thius one isn'T really. an epitaph. i guess in a way. it is. but you know. you'LL get it. phuntr. fuck you. piece of shit. fuckhead. useless idiot. you fucked it all up. every little bit. too brave to go ashen. too dumb to just let things level the fuck out - had to cut it off so brutally. have you no fucking pusher? they’RE dead because of your dumb, fucking pan. not a thought passing through it. and you think you deserve this? to just kick around? play games? laugh with people? you make me fucking sick. the real phuntr guynax? he died, all those sweeps ago, with them. you’re just a fucking husk. using his body. a parasite. you try to help the people around you, but you’re never, ever going to be fucking enough. too useless to be pale for. too much of a shit-stain for anyone to ever feel flush for you. too pathetic to be pitch for. you like it, don’t you? pretending you’re significant. it’D all go on without you. it will go on without you. this is punishment. hell on alternia. you can drink, smoke, eat as much mindhoney as you want. but it won’t be enough. they’RE still fucking gone. and you can’t forget it. not even a second of it. what happened. every light when you crawl into your cupe, you’LL think about it. about them. the feeling of their knuckles on your face. his arms around you. her hand on your shoulder. but it’LL never be real again. and then you’ll wake up and amble along like it’s okay. like you’re not some loser trying to go apocalypto on himself. you think to yourself - i can make an impact. maybe i'LL be cool. go out in a blaze of fucking glory. but we both know you won’t. you’LL shit out again. too dumb. too weak. too pathetic. i'M just waiting for the day you burn out. it'S got to be soon. this can’t go on. fuck you, phuntr. stupid fucking name. fuck you. see you next sweep, or not, hopefully. ((#phuntrsawesomequest #substance #selfharm maybe not that last one. but just in case.
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 ♠
stfu & talk 2 me!!
kill that bitch whoevers strongest gets 2b the REAL caddie
WHO GAVE MY CONSORTS FIREWORKS?????????????? BECAUSE IT WASNT ME?????
Oh My An Anonymous Individual Which I Might Remind You Does Not Allow Me To Recognize The Identity Of The Person Asking Which Feels Kind Of Counter Productive For This Sort Of Question Anyway I Seem To Have Been Propositioned For A Date As To Which Sort Of Date I Have Not The Faintest But I Am Typically Not The Type Of Person To Pursue A Romantic Endeavor Unless I Am At Least Somewhat Familiar With Said Individual But If It Is Simply A Friendly Outing I Suppose That Is Fine I Do Appreciate The Compliments As Long As They Are Coming From A Place Of Simple Appreciation Despite My Bashfulness On Such Subjects
Good news, the tunes of impending doom have stopped. Bad news, this doesn't mean that Vlad the Impaler has given up on me. This just means he could be lurking anywhere and my ass could be mere moments away from the whoopin' of a lifetime. For all I know I'm totally and royally fucked.
fem cueball just asked me about my simpsons ocs. genuinely what is today ._.
i miss my kismesis.
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.
its a simple question. a simple fucking q ANSWER ME ALREADY i have 2 know ana pls
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
' B'loody Mary was standing there. "Hajimemashite girl." ' That is quite a constructed sentence if I ever saw one.
Hey Chīŧŧr, gøŧ a quesŧīøn før yøu! When yøu ŧhīnk øf Łeaŧher... whaŧ cøłør đø yøu assøcīaŧe īŧ wīŧh? ♥︎ - Ređ ♠︎ - Błack ◆ - Brøwn ♣︎ - Søme øŧher cøłør (ŧełł me īn repłīes!) #pøłłīng #łeaŧher~§~
my wife jUst called me a paleslUt. ~_~
I care so deeply about people! Even people who were cruel to me! Mostly because if they're jerks they don't deserve my ♤, yknow? I'm reserving my hatequad for a specific deer.
I SEE A HORSE. I SEE IT CANTER. GALLOP. WHINNY. I AM NOT. A HORSE. I AM NOT. SEEN CANTERING. I AM NOT. SEEN GALLOPING. I AM NOT. SEEN WHINNYING. I AM NOT. WHAT IS A NOT? WHY IS A NOT? WHERE IS A NOT? WHEN IS A NOT? HOW IS A NOT? I CAN NOT. CAN YOU? #POETRY
not gonna Lie, i'm gLad caddie's LittLe cousin droPPed the whoLe "aLien gf" bomb. because i've got some fucking grievances to air!!! she taLks to this chick, who i guess says she's a Princess? which is either a buLLshit Lie, or kind of worrying!! what if she's trying to gauge shit and invade?? the two sPacefaring cuLtures we know of are cherubs and aLternians. the first ones are eviL haLf the time and the second ones were a LITERAL EVIL EMPIRE. doesn't Paint a very good Picture for first contact does it!!!
◥▶◀◤ —> I want to go to fight night. I am, however, afraid I might fall in love.
the site i use to pirate troll one piece is down / what am i supposed to do
so seriously is anybody gonna go save evil jade from the mind control or what??????
oh cool. evil mom. 8I
that was so fucked up to watch...
... i'm gonna go hug my mom real quick. 8( #vaguepost
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Why does the other evil force in my sister whisper "Estrogen could have saved you" when Im trying to sleep? What is estrogen? Should I be concerned?
>>| .if .only they have .enough courage .and freedom. some stuck .at hive, blasting .into the husktops. .others .at caverns, serving .empire. .and the .others, deep .in space. but that's just .a harsh reality, .i guess.
D --> I missed the five blissful minutes Cronus was banned
Okay I'll take you at your word I would have thought my mere existence to be an unwelcome reminder but I should stop talking Especially if anything I say is going to either be telling you how to live your life or fumbling through trying to square the circle of your behavior with that of ... Yeah As mentioned before be safe
You know what I am going to change the subject and write a pinned because I simply don't want to deal with this right now
If nothing else they should understand how much it stifles my sex life
I am so fucking tired of living in this house I love my mothers dearly of course But it's incredibly exhausting to have to repeatedly justify my life choices Such as Moving out #vent
D --> Many of my alternates are very pathetic though I will agree with that
yeah i aint readin allat
#Dirkreport, he is... still in his hikikomori fUnk. u~u he's been having troUbling dreams of late, with which i can empathize. i can only hope #dirk's resolve as well as mine did...
So many accidental hate reacts
Maplehoof hates those damn tv men
Gallop sadly Maplehoof doesnt know what she has left in life.
WHYYYYYY cant you delete posts 😭 i am fucking up these quiz screenshots over n over
>:o] || ugh, 1've been star1ng at my huskt0p f0r s0 l0ng my head 1s start1ng t0 hurt
[|87 :: 1 want to be the om;nous cloud of smoke that g;ves h;m a fuk;n pan;c attack. #vaguepost;n #yearn;n
"We should let autistic people be themselves more." The last time I unmasked on Chittr people hated it. So. Checkmate liberals.
D --> Trying to catch up is hard while fighting monsters sometimes
[“You just love your little allusions, don’t you, Dirk?” Anna said. “Gotta make sure everybody knows how well-read you are. God forbid someone think you don’t have any Baudelaire memorized, right?” “Fuck.” “C'est que notre âme, hélas! n'est pas assez hardie,” Pam whispered. “I didn’t know you spoke French,” Pawnee whispered back. “I don’t…” “It seems like you’ve figured it out already,” Anna said, “but for the sake of my chatty friends behind me, I’ll spell it out. I passed through everything — every poem, every novel, every essay — that you quoted or paraphrased or just plain stole from. And as I passed through, little bits of them got stuck in me, like splinters.” “And now you can commune with them, or channel them, or… become them?” Dirk said. Anna shrugged. “Again, more or less right. I don’t know exactly how it works. But I do know that it’s not the texts themselves, it’s the characters.” She tapped her head. “I’ve got a couple hundred guests in here with me now. Some of them are totally useless — fuckin’ Prufrock, am I right? — and some are downright holding me back — lookin’ at you, Underground Man. But you were also kind enough to give me a couple aces in the hole. Claudius (who you gave me just a few minutes ago with your dumb nutshell joke; thanks for that) is a son of a bitch, but he gets shit done. Lenore gets power from absence, which is a little tricky to apply, but pretty damn useful once you figure it out. John Shade and co. are a mixed bag; I’ll leave it at that, lest the poor king and that bigger, more respectable, more competent glassmaker slither their way in here. Hell, speaking of mixed bags, the entire goddamn Bible!” “Okay, we get it,” Dirk said. “Jesus. Which, just to be clear, is being used as a profanity here, not as a reference to any work of literature, past present or future, in which Jesus is a character.” “But what’s most important now,” Anna continued, “is that ridiculous Dante interlude you shoehorned in. I can’t say I’m at all surprised that you’re a fan of the most famous self-insert fanfiction in the traditional Western canon. But this one’s a little different. You didn’t just mention The Divine Comedy, you structured part of this story after it. And you should know better than anyone how important structure is. You made Acorn into your Dante, and Minos your Virgil. Which is a little confusing, because Minos is already a character in the Inferno, playing his traditional mythological role as the one who judges the damned and assigns them a spot in hell. And your cat Minos is also playing that role… but the point is that there’s one role you left conspicuously unfilled.” “Beatrice,” Dirk said quietly. “Damn straight. The figure who knows of Hell, but who dwells in Heaven. How very like you to focus on the angsty, moping dudes while ignoring the woman who’s really pulling all the strings. (By the way, just fyi, literally every single work you alluded to in this dumb story was written by a man. All of them. Which is pretty fucked up, really. I’m just sayin’. You might want to have a hard think about that.) Anyway, by killing me, albeit temporarily, you made me a perfect fit for the part of Beatrice. Existing in the spaces in between. Now, in The Divine Comedy, Beatrice sees Dante being chased by wild animals, so she orders Virgil to lead him to her. So, by analogue—” “—I gave you power over Minos,” Dirk finished. “That’s right. But, due to your sloppiness with the structure of your references, I not only got control of Dante-Minos, I also became the commander of the version of Minos who is the judge of the dead. And I don’t think that you’re exactly eager to be judged by me. Am I right?” Dirk was drumming the fingers of his left hand on the side of his leg. “I follow you so far,” he said. “But how do you know all this? All the exact details of it, I mean. All those characters that you— you absorbed, became, whatever. They (and your deus-ex-dyslexia) give you this power, but who gave you the overarching knowledge of the structure in which the power operates?” “You did, Dirk,” Anna said. “As skeevy as it sounds, I’ve got a little splinter of you in my head right now. Which raises several very interesting and concerning implications. First and foremost of which: you see yourself as a literary character.” “Well, I’m here in this fucking book, aren’t I?” Dirk said, waving his arms around. “If that doesn’t make me a literary character—” Anna shook her head, the motion causing another trickle of the mysterious fluid to drip from her shoulder. “No, that’s just a version of you on the inside. In this text. I needed to pass through a version of you in order to absorb it, necessarily putting it outside the text. You, in your life outside this book, frame your existence as literary. Is it because you want your life to] #DetectivePony
[At this point, the narrative realized that it had been neglecting the other five characters for too long. And with Dirk’s attention elsewhere, the narrative shook free from the stranglehold he’d previously had on it, and it began to stretch its legs. Wander around a bit. “Let’s see what Acorn’s up to,” the narrative thought to itself. Acorn was still freaking the fuck out. “Okay, not up to that much,” the narrative thought. “How about Pawnee and Jeanne Betancourt? That could be interesting. Maybe we’re finally addressing the fact that Pawnee is simultaneously a town and a girl. Like, what’s up with that? It kind of switches back and forth, and sometimes it’s both at once… I never asked about it, but it’s been bugging me for a while. Oh, and I should also check them out because that Betancourt woman apparently wrote me? But only half of me?? I don’t really know what’s going on anymore.” “…population 79,218. Incorporated in 1819.” Pawnee was red in the face/municipality. “Median household income: $38,360. Sister city to Boraqua, Venezuela. Current mayor: Walter Gunderson. Official city tree: Indiana Common Shrub. Read my lips: Pawnee Motherfucking Indiana.” Betancourt stood tall and haughty, fighting back, refusing to be cowed anymore by this city/child. “Lulu Motherfucking Sanders,” she countered. “Short for Lucinda. Fifth grader at Wiggins Elementary, homeroom teacher Mr. Livingston. Caretaker of the pony Snow White, who is owned by Mr. and Mrs. Baxter.” “Neither one is even listening to the other,” the narrative realized. “Looks like they’re just in a holding pattern until other stuff’s resolved. God. This story sucks right now. Everything’s gone tits-up. I guess I’ll check on the other two girls. Even though they’re both just kind of lying over there on the ground. Now that I think of it, the ground hasn’t been very well described, really. It’s just grey and misty. Like, does it have grass? Is it dirt? So dumb. You know what, I’m deciding that it’s snow. There. That’s canon now. Snow.” Pam had two fingers on Anna’s neck, monitoring the girl’s weak pulse. Pam was whispering things to her that were so private and passionate that even the newly-liberated narrative couldn’t listen in. Free indirect discourse holds no sway over those freer and more indirect than it. In a story full of secrets and complexities, maybe the most mysterious character of all is the most human: Pam Crandal. Anna’s eyes were still wide open, but they were no longer white. Now, they were rapidly changing, flickering quickly between different hues, different sizes, different degrees of brightness and cloudiness. It was as if the eyes of dozens of different people were fighting for dominance inside the body of this one small girl. It was terrifying. “Hey, what the fuck are you doing over there?” Dirk shouted to the narrative. “Get back inside my head! Christ. I can’t leave you alone for two goddamn minutes.” The narrative meekly complied. It also decided that it would never wander off on its own again, because doing so was as confusing as it was self-indulgent. It would be best, the narrative thought, to treat this sequence as a stylistic flourish that isn’t plot-significant. Just the flailing of an author who can’t think of a natural way to handle so many characters in the same place, so he resorts to weird bullshit in the hopes no one will notice that it’s masking incompetence.] #DetectivePony
Striped hoofbeasts are assholes. I tried to ride one once in my first life and it bit me.
Skill issue
man what the fuck? ok i was teasing before but now it's getting really fucking mean dude! like seriously, i was trying to be chill with you flipping the fuck out at me for commenting on a public goddamn post? because i mean sure that hurts a little to hear an alt of my dad say but hey it's crabdad he's just like that. but nah no curiosity no nothing you're just out here cursing my entire fucking existence! real cool of you. it's like someone wrung all the tact from your shriveled body. oh wait, that's the ticks and mosquitoes, isn't it?? crazy how it comes back around to the bugspray. jesus christ man, god forbid a girl give a simple fucking reminder to someone who's essentially sorry the equivalent of a distant cousin.
controversial opinion: minish cap zelda. she's so spunky! <3
D --> It would be interesting I think to be worshiped more as a god D --> But I do not think I am properly positioned or equipped to foster such a thing D --> Nor would I know what tenets would be best for adherents D --> It almost strikes me as arrogant to imagine such
D --> I delved too greedily and too deep and Chittr kicked me out for a second for sending too many requests by scrolling too much
[“The point, Acorn,” Jeanne continued, interrupting my didactic parenthetical edification, “is that we created you, and so we’re in a unique position to judge you for the horrible things you’ve apparently done.” “‘Apparently’?” Acorn whinnied. “So you don’t even know what you’re judging me for?” “They don’t know yet,” Dirk said. “I’m going to have to read them.” He pulled a thin, worn paperback book from his back pocket. Its cover showed a picture of a pony, and was defaced with some vulgar and hilarious text. “‘Read’ being a loaded term, of course. Vocare versus legere. Isn’t it funny that the English word doesn’t distinguish between reading silently and reading aloud? We need separate modifying words to clarify. The father phoneme and the filial grapheme reunited by ambiguity.” Minos and Betancourt were rolling their eyes as if they were desperate gamblers down to their last dollar and said eyes were their lucky pair of dice. They were rolling them pretty fucking hard, is the point. Dirk continued, undeterred. “The closest we have to a unique verb for reading aloud in English is probably “recite” — from the Latin “recitare,” which can mean either “to repeat from memory,” or “to read aloud.” But the English “recite” has almost entirely the implication of speaking from memory, not directly from a page. The mind as an intermediate step between text and mouth, words being inscribed on the surface of the brain before being spoken. That word — inscribe — is really the heart of it all, isn’t it? Scirbere, to write. Inscribe, not just to write, but to write into, to embed words in the page. To recite is to speak aloud the words written into the brain by the page. A reversal of the standard interpretation of causation. Page writing into man, the source and receiver of the violence flipped. Speaking as reading, reading as speaking; reading as writing, writing as reading. So when I say that I will ‘read’ your sins, it should be clear that I’m simultaneously reading and writing, but equally clear that there is no difference at all between those two actions.”] #DetectivePony
0H N0! When 1 w4s doing +h4+ 5udoku puzzle, my lusus 4+e some of my h4rves+! go++4 repl4n+ my +roll c4rro+s =(
LUCK WILL NOT HELP ME.
(\_/) you ever see your neighbor and just want to bite them? no? that just me? (\_/)
No one won that one, unfortunately :-( The sburb disks got shattered
alright lets see if this embeds... https://www.reddit.com/r/CursedGuns/s/vpuKIfEQKv
the fireworks r cool, the yoyo makes sense, but Um. the marbles r dumb sorry thats a shits and giggles modus >~@
man come on... 8/
...okay I'm not done actually because what the actual fuck am I supposed to do when my own fucking neighbour POINTS THE DRONES TO MY HIVE and says 'oh yeah she's a mutant' when I'm NOT I'm just rust and the drones then tried to get me like WHAT ... luckily they didn't but that guy is dead to me and next time his lusus tries to take out the steps to his hivedoor I'm not gonna stop it. ...serves him right for both nearly getting me culled and also trying to destroy my hive via drones
it was basically the tightest shit ever bar none absolute titan of human empowerment really you know that saying too big to fail that was about the u s of a baby
(( Shitposting on two accounts is tough work, my fingers are cramping 😭 (( I’ve gotta do my civic duty 🫡