I Think I Might Be Sleep Deprived, But I Haven't Slept Enough To Be Able To Tell

Daughter of fate

you are viscious,

and you are cunning,

o, daughter of blood.

you have seen death,

and you have faced punishment,

for crimes undeserving.

you have seen many a soul broken,

and you have fallen,

o, daughter of pain.

but you were loved,

in a time long ago,

and you knew you were deserving.

o, daughter of suffering,

why do you cause yourself pain,

when you should revel in gentle rain.

holding a coin on your nose feels weird

look at this beauty! amazing!

Pixel art by Bart van den Bosch

the only theft worthy of a prison sentence is stealing somebody's fries

nobody' giving money to bloodthirsty butterflies

puki we love you, you’re swag. 😩‼️

give me $40,000

so boooooooored

Human (no more)

dream wore a mask, covering just around his eyes, his body draped in gold jewelry and off-white fabrics.

this was the desert biome, early ages, and he was just a human, traveling, discovering lands and making friends.

dream smiled as he walked past children, walking through the streets, sometimes quietly playing around.

dream wore a mask, made of cloth and hiding the lower half of his face, he was dressed in armour, scratched and banged up.

this was the plains biome, a little after the the early ages and he was only human, travelling lands and seeking thrills.

dream's face betrayed no emotion as he watched a war rage on.

dream wore no mask, his face uncovered, he was dressed in a shirt and pants, tattered.

this was a cave, very late early ages and he was just a trivial human living his life m, chasing adventure and glory.

dream wore an expression of awe, watching a round object on the ground as it spoke to him.

dream wore a mask, round and made of clay and hiding all of his face, he was wearing armour again, strong and sturdy.

this was middle ages, dream was human. fighting wars and battles, just to grow stronger.

dream's smile behind the mask was malicious, for only a moment.

dream wore a mask, a cruel and stoick smile drawn on it, his body hidden by netherite armour, the strongest you can get, a green hoodie and pants combo between his body and the armour.

this was modern times, dream wasn't human anymore, he'd given up on lying to himself after the first century.

now, dream watched a nation be blown up, a part of him hoping it's destruction would reunite his smp, another part - just gleeful at the havoc he caused.

it’s actually very easy to live a life free of social media if you don’t consider tumblr a form of social media. which i don’t. #freedom #technologicallyfree #offline #amish