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I'm going, I need to collect some fish for everybody's supper tonight. #fishingfriday
There is no shame in having doubts, insecurities, or fears. I would like to share one of mine, so that you know you are not alone out in this broad reality of ours. Sometimes I find myself caught in my own reflection, wondering; Do I speak for the people because I am the Signless, or am I the Signless because I speak for the people? Where does the line between nature and action lay, and how broad is it? How blurred? I believe I am doing the right thing, and I believe I am doing it for the right reasons. But who am I to say how that defines my character to others?
I would rather include all the numbers and pun combinations of the people who loved me in life into my quirk, before I ever would adopt the symbols forged by those who hated me, and let it define my death.
Obligatory #signless mention. Now I don't have to do it for another perig33. https://files.catbox.moe/mjrgms.gif // art by bubbletea on tumblr
Free yourself of using “high” and “low” blood, it is a ladder set by a lone Empress. She lifts herself to the summit, standing on each one of us under. No matter where you convince yourself you sit, you still have her boot marks on your shoulders.
============================================ IMPENDING TRADE: THE SIGNLESS HAS OFFERED THE USERS OF CHITTR: 10 X CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES. > TYPE 'ACCEPT' (2X PER PERSON MAX) ============================================ #food #freetrade
Remember, a storm‑tossed hour does not betray the sunrise; a mis‑step in the daylight is only a ripple on the pond, not the drowning of its whole expanse. Consider the flower, with its face alight with countless crowns. When a single petal sighs away, does the flower wilt? No, its heart still beats, its pollen still beckons, its colours still bloom. Only the hand that yanks the stem from earth, that flings the whole flower into oblivion, writes ruin upon its own breath. You do not need to be that hand. Let the wayward petal drift, twirl, and settle where it may. There are infinite petals in the garden of tomorrow, each waiting to unfurl under a kinder sky. So do not snap yourself to the sharp edge of one flaw, let it fall, and trust the garden you will grow. #poetrybyme
Let those who harbour hatred within their hearts continue in it, if they must. Do we cast hatred upon a rabid barkbeast, one stricken by affliction beyond its own choosing? No. We do not hate it. We behold it with sorrow. We recognise the sickness that has taken hold, made evident in its actions, in its thoughts, in the very way it moves through the world. Yet even the beast, in its frenzy, bears some dim awareness that it is unwell. These trolls however, wander in a deeper blindness. They do not see the sickness that grips them. They do not know the rot that guides their words and deeds. And so we shall extend our hand once more. For it is not malice alone that binds them, but ignorance and it is that ignorance which refuses their healing.
"He taught that division is often taught first, because division is cheaper than chains and often times stronger." #WordsoftheSignless
"He taught that the lowblood grub and the highblood grub alike are wounded by the hemospectrum. One is taught that they are lesser and expendable, while the other is taught that domination is a virtue and their burden. Both of them are robbed of their greater potentials by this system which only shackles." #WordsoftheSignless
"He said the wriggler of any blood will inherit the future, whether they are promised sweeps beyond counting or only a short span. They are not hatched cruel, but are handed it and punished until they learn to carry it. Therefore, he said, if the world is to be changed, it must begin in what is placed into the hands of the wrigglers." #WordsoftheSignless
Going through all my scattered pages from journals remembered and scripture written on cave walls in blood in this bubble is quite tedious.. I guess I never realized how much I wrote since it was a passion of mine.
"He said that every culling and every command to submit is a confession of terror hatched in the tyrant's pusher of being victim of the same fate they force upon those below them." #WordsoftheSignless
I am disquietened when spo+ken to+ directly as tho+ugh I do+ no+t still pulse and breathe. But at least o+ur message spreads.
Cutesifying a slur d9esn't make it st9p 6eing a slur, Nepeta.
I supp9se I sh9uld say this n9w: if y9u call me a mutant y9u're getting 6l9cked. Thank y9u.
i'm so glad everyone is using this chat client that spans several timelines responsibly.