The Rabbit and The Wolf
- Ive never been fond to anyone like you. I've always heard that we're supposed to be mortal enemies.
- I guess that part will always be true.
- I run through the woods, thoughts scattered, my head held high.
- Up towards the clouds, on your hill
- the the peak of the plateau; an attestiment to your greatness.
- I have to scramble and crawl through the bushes and trees. The weeds of our little forest trip and tangle me like a writhing pit of vices.-
I feel your breath on my neck, there's no more time to waste. I'll show you how it feels to be hunted like me.
- I gather my warren, we move in the midst of the night.
- Somber and stoic, your eyes reflect into mine like pools of serenity.
- For you, for us; I'll surrender myself completely
- just to look into those eyes for the rest of eternity.
- I've never been fond of anyone like you. - I've always heard that we're supposed to be mortal enemies.
- But what if I don't want that to be true?
- Secretly, it always amazes me that you'd stand before me, head held high to the moon, eyes come back down to me like stars to the ground.
- How could anyone ever see something bad about you?
- I stalk to your side - a glare - a warning - how do i go about this?
- Noontime is when the rush feels highest- and thats when our little chase begins.
- Through the woods, and across thw meadows, past the odd geometric trees and their shiny barriers,
- i would run around the world with you if i could,
- you dont seem to mind.
- and then, when the sun finally seems to be losing the war with the nighttime sky,
- I'll decide to stand on my own little platea
- the peak of all my glory
- And I'll turn to stare at you.
- I hope you feel my eyes in your soul, the eseence and the very core of your being.
- I'll stand good on my hind legs so you can take a deep look at me;
- The glisten of my fur, the red of my eyes, the sharp of my feet.
- Then, and only then will you see the wonderous mess of the world we made.
- And after, we'll settle down and nestle in a great slumber
- And we'll dream of a day where you catch me,
- And that will be the day I finally tell the truth,
- the truth of my being and why i run into the sun with you.
Guys I just got sad while reading the JJK Manga (🏴☠️)
CULLING GAME ARC SPOILERS
REFERENCE TO THE ANIME
So remember in the beginning? In episode 2 I think when Gojo met Yuji and asked what happened to Sukuna's finger?
And then
Yuji: "uHm-...😅😅😅 i eated it"
Gojo:...
Gojo: For real?
Yuji n Megs: For real
SO NOW THAT IM READING THE CULLING GAMES ONCE THEY FIND HAKARI
Yuji/Meg's: *explain the situation and about how Gojo Sensei got sealed*
Hakari:....
Hakari: FOR REAL?
AND LIKE
!!??!??
I WANNA CRY BECAUSE THE PARALLELS
Jesus I hate Gege because he made my babies depressed and dead but I ALSO LOVE GEGE because how do you think to parallel those 2???
Intentionally or otherwise
Ugh.
Oml you're so fucking real for this
(I am a clumsly fuck who doesn't like running and I'm scared of tripping on shit and then I trip anyways)
Like in all seriousness could you actually solve a mystery to the disappearance of a family member, find 8 Pages connected to said family member AND BE CHASED BY FUCKING SLENDERMAN AT THE SAME TIME????
Personally I couldn't. And I respect anyone who believes they can.
(man I want more modern Slenderman games now. I miss the era of internet where Slenderman was one of the pinnacles of creepypasta society)
(also can someone infodump where the idea of Slendrina came from? I've always been wondering this)
*foams at the mouth and clangs on my cage*
LET ME OUT
I want more writer friends on here :(
SUUUUPPER UNREALTWD BUT I HAVE STICKERS LIKE THAT OMG XAN I SHOW YOUUUUUU
:DDDDD
PLEASEEEEEE
:))))))
Also @ the anon for the pic because you just kick-started my brain (ty)
i looooooooove your smaus soooooo muuuuucch :3
I love my readers soooooo muuuuuuchhh so thank you :3 most of the ideas spawn from y’all’s brains anyway :3
i hate what diet culture has done to ethnic food my ancestors (my GRANDPARENTS) ate rice and injera and bread and coffee all the time and they turned out fine. i hate white people
Rebloghong because fish and now I gotta see this damn river
The "Dad of the Year" award goes to this flathead catfish on the Black River in North Carolina. A sudden drop in water level caused the fish to be stranded at the base of a rotting tree. I wondered why it didn't leave as the water receded-until I saw the pile of pink eggs by its tail. I realized the fish was trapped by staying to care for its offspring.
It's common for males to watch over eggs and defend them from potential predators-and, in some cases, even from the mother. Of all the things I've seen in swamps, this was one of the most striking examples of survival.
Cypress swamps are difficult places to thrive. Seasonal fluctuations of water shape these ecosystems and the residents that call them home. Although I didn't stick around to see what happened to this father, I was encouraged to see that the water levels did come up just a few days later.
*ideas for MH But They're Cats Au intensifies*
I won't let you die alone, not like I did.
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KO-FI
Can someone who has basic knowledge about this explain this to me (in a way a highschooler can understand things).
I get it but I really actually dont.
Loser, 17, probably acoustic. Bunch of stuff that the lizard in my head screams out from time to time.
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