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new troll lives in hive normal troll normal blood normal normal dont be weird to me it is weird gross ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew
after a long time ran out of hearts. was making the flower things with them here they https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1359018918383194124/1514114005138935851/IMG_0092.jpg?ex=6a2a300d&is=6a28de8d&hm=91f97d2e99db6c98cfca39fb47efc35658e63b8676c1c208b5856ce893f7da1a&
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i used to play this game where would throw rocks against them till they broke and it was fun. i have not played games outside lately it is very dark
this is very fun idea. i would do this but i don’t like glass is sharp ow ow ow ow ow ow
hello today is a new day i drew again. it is me https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1359018918383194124/1513972160484610088/Untitled6899_20260609112430.png?ex=6a29abf3&is=6a285a73&hm=0d4151304c04b32d723809be7384356b6ea9ac7b6ce9c68ea55f0ca70f53dacd&
i just found out i can have animated picture. i love animated picture world is getting better
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lusus is very small and makes little sounds always. thinks it sounds big but it doesn’t i can tell it is small and i barely see it ever i just hear
awwwww.... my Lusus is uh size of three basket8aLLs she's so cute and nice and weaved me Pajamas #substance
i made pink banner i like pink. good color good color great color.
a cow responded to post once i could not understand what it says it was very smart beyond its sweeps
im quiet right now. lusus knows where i am and it will tell him so quiet. it tries tell him by scratching walls but i am very hidden once played tag and i was not hidden and lost but its good i enjoyed very much
I can draw i like it here is me https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1359018918383194124/1513685031367737424/Untitled6899_20260608162212.png?ex=6a28a08a&is=6a274f0a&hm=bff4ff583865c99fbea4f9d40c3aa95edf5b84ed9da98b781ade1c72270f63af&
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sorry about writing last chitt not so good at it but getting good
dark dark dark dark here. light is good i miss. Trying to image https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1359018918383194124/1513667941722230856/Untitled6898_20260608151551.png?ex=6a28909f&is=6a273f1f&hm=40b8e4299af357f2da6021869c4829ce1c299fa3f37883714d83bd4725768020& This what it feels
You think the dark is empty. That is the first mistake the light teaches you. The dark is not absence. It is occupancy without permission. It is the room after the guests have left, but the chairs are still warm. It is the breath between one heartbeat and the next, where something else learns the rhythm and considers imitation. Everyone should be afraid of it, not because it is cruel, but because it is patient. The dark does not rush. It does not need to. It is older than sight, older than the naming of things. It remembers when your species still thought shadows were just where light forgot to go, before it learned that forgetting can be intentional. When the lamps go out, the world does not end. It changes jurisdiction. Corners deepen like ink being poured into the geometry of a room. Doorways widen into uncertain mouths. Mirrors stop behaving like glass and start behaving like witnesses. Even the air becomes interpretive, as though it is translating something too large for language and not bothering to tell you what the original meant. And in that quiet revision of reality, your mind does what it always does when it has nothing to hold onto. It begins to populate the dark with guesses. But the dark does not need your guesses. It has its own inhabitants. They are not monsters in the childish sense, not claws and shrieks and obvious horror. Those are comforting inventions. The real things are subtler. They are the pause after you think you heard your name called from another room. They are the almost-patterns in the wallpaper when you refuse to blink. They are the sense that something has just stepped out of your peripheral vision, not leaving, but choosing a better angle. The dark is not chasing you. It is already where you are going. This is why you should be afraid. Not because it will hurt you quickly, but because it does not believe in quickness. It believes in accumulation. In certainty arriving slowly enough that you can still doubt it, right up until doubt becomes irrelevant. Even sleep is not escape. It is negotiation. You close your eyes and call it rest, but the dark does not close with them. It leans closer instead, studying the soft architecture of thought, learning your fears the way water learns the shape of its container. And when morning comes, you think you have survived it. But survival is only a delay the dark allows so you will return. So yes, fear the dark. Not because it is evil. But because it is honest in a way the light never agreed to be.
a troll came over and dropped bottle. i drink it contents it is orange
new profile. got to work. It is food i’m like
hello this test. you understand what wrote or no
c< yes >c
"= yyyyep mostly. ="