Don't Kill Yourself, Please.

yippe thank you

Last song- Wasted Love by JJ

Last Film- I can't remember very well but one that was recent was Death Of A Unicorn. The Fantasy-Horror-Comedy with Jenna Ortega. Ah yes.

Favorite color- blue + white

Last show- Does Eurovision count

sweet/spicy/savoury- spicy

last Google search- what were JJ's pronouns bc my mother kept using they/them for him but the show itself used he/him so I was confused and trying to correct her.

No pressure plus ik there are a lot of posts like this so maybe you already did one like it idk @foxesinatrenchcoat @finleyforevermore @applesandarson @sorry4partyr0ckin @thegentlemanmoth

i feel as if im forgetting someone, sorry if I did T^T

GET TO KNOW YOUR MUTUALS

Tagged by @bird-prince-art (THANK YOUUUUU SO SO MUCH <3)

💫 last song: Passerine by The Oh Hellos

💫 favorite color: Pastel yellow

💫 last film: Revenge of the Sith in theaters, The Breakfast Club at home (I say I watch it for the plot, the plot is Anakin and Allison respectively okay)

💫 last show: Better Call Saul!! I love my cunty lawyer show

💫 sweet/spicy/savory: Sweet with savory as a close second. But nothing. nothing beats sweet. give me the cavities

💫 last google search: "hurricane delta 2020" (research project purposes)

Tagging @cringekind @forceghostobikin @geospiral @billwasnot @spleenmuncher but no pressure as always of course <3 and anyone else who wasn't tagged but sees this and wants to join absolutely should!

San Marino totally deserved last place I did not hate that song but I had an intense dislike for it and the performance.

RE-BLOG THIS IF YOU ARE ASEXUAL AND PROUD ♠️💜

Another poem :]

Dead end.

You're a dead end.

I keep trying to reach you

but we are on each side of this barricade of people.

You are on the right side.

I am on the wrong.

I'm trying to care again

but these people are nothing to me.

I can't keep giving.

Restocking this part of me.

Maybe if we were alone.

I know if we were alone.

God why are we never alone.

Introduction post + explanation

It took me six months, but I'm finally better again. I was struggling to move on from a lot of things. Since April 16 it appears I've completely moved on from almost everything I was struggling with. Which is awesome. I don't want to get stuck in that again, so I'm reducing my social media presence (although it wasn't very large to begin with) by deleting some accounts, fixing up others, and, on Tumblr, starting over. So here's a little introduction post, although I'm pretty sure my followers know enough about me by now.

DNI: Over 20yro, NSFW blogs, racists, queerphobes, ableists, fatphobes, really any bigot, like just be fucking nice to each other.

I can't donate, in case anyone would like me to, I can't.

Don't DM me unless I follow you.

Percy or Perce is my name

He/him/his

Xe/xem/xyr

I like 1700-1900s stuff

I'm a FNaF kid :p this means I love Security Breach. Which means I love the Daycare Attendants. As a result I very much enjoy The Sun and Moon Show.

Reading is fantastic kids. Remember that. (MONTAGUE SIBLING SERIES!!)

I'm secretly a fox who is secretly the ocean that is secretly a being devoid of any sort of characteristics and is just there for the sake of observing.

I'm an artist/writer and can sort of play clarinet & piano.

Mutuals wanna lyk you're awesome-sauce.

♡♡♡ Elliott and Lucille ♡♡♡ (My bsfs)

Some kids at lunch where gathered around a computer watching gacha life animation memes from five years ago and talking about how it was peak cinema and as a former gacha kid they had a point.

Original Poem

Is this the first one I posted on here? I think so.

Content warning for swearing in case that bothers people.

Wings fade in and out.

Fluttering.

Shivering.

A knife could be pulled across the length

but they are made of no skin and bone. 

They do not bleed. 

Resilience has kept them intact. 

Maybe they are missing half

but they always remain attached. 

To It, in It's delusion, they remained whole. 

Until they completely broke.

It's eyes snapped open

How did It miss the signs?

Even when a breeze went through the missing chunks

or It's chest ached with every twitch of It's wings,

It could've sworn they had always been whole. 

So now It searches.

It just wants It's wings.

But fuck angelic beings

Your wings aren't coming back

All that's left are remnants of stone deep in the ground, and high in the sky. 

You may feel phantom wings like they never cracked

But It has no choice now but to see empty space

where fondness once was

whenever It looks behind It's back. 

And what's so wrong with that? 

Wings may not grow back

but what about the grass? 

So fuck angelic beings. 

Earth will be your fallen home. 

Woah! Incredible.

S O L A R

dazzle and jack

yay

Shout out to "i wanna socialize with my Internet friends but I don't have anything to talk about", gotta be one of my least favorite predicaments