I Remembered I Had This Edit And Decided To Post It Here Dhsjdjjdhdjk

YES. JUST YES. I would treat him right fuck you Moles

am i the only one who genuinely found edgars first attempt at a song unbelievably fucking adorable?? if he made me silly little songs like that we would be getting so many FUCKING kisses. yes babe, give me that reversed soda advertisement melody. i love you. thank you.

I made a poem

I was feeling some complicated emotions regarding grief, emotions around grief, and other stuff. My grandma died on May 17th last year and I was feeling some confusion around all these feelings so yeah. Okay here’s the poem:

Blanket of grief

Grief, it’s complicated It feels so heavy Like a heavy blanket wrapped around your body It cuts so deep Like a knife going right for the heart It stings so bad Like a bunch of needles pricking your very soul It hits so hard Like a freight train going at full speed And hitting your spirit, which is stuck on the tracks At full force, without mercy It hurts, it hurts so much

And yet, as I’m starting to move on As the grief becomes less and less fresh As I’m starting to get used to the new normal A weird part of me, a twisted part of me, even Kind of misses it

A part of me misses the blanket The heavy blanket of grief The heavy blanket of empty sadness The heavy pressure on my soul Part of me finds comfort in the empty hollowness The deep sorrow my soul experienced While having that heavy blanket wrapped around itself

Part of me misses the knife The knife that cut through my heart at every memory I remembered Every memory of her The knife I tried to avoid by distracting myself The knife of truth, a painful truth, I tried to dodge Even though that only made the cuts bigger, the pain worse

Part of me misses the needles The needles that would prick my soul The needles which poked and taunted me from within The needles that came with each guilty thought, each unanswered question The needles of guilt and confusion, which I didn’t know how to deal with back then The guilt and confusion plaguing my very self at random

Sometimes, the freight train hits me again That’s the only thing I can’t really miss Not yet, at least It’s less bad, it hits less hard Less noticeable than when it was still new and fresh But it is there It hits with anything that reminds me of her It hits as I imagine what it would be like if she was still here Only to remember that she isn’t Not anymore The freight train brings the missed feelings back It comes with the blanket of sadness, knife of truth and needles of guilt and confusion Even though they’re all less heavy Less hard to deal with Less hard to swallow pills

I don’t know why I miss the fresh days of grief I didn’t like those times at all And still, an odd part of me Feels drawn to them Like a nostalgic memory I miss the blanket, even though it’s better that I learn to sleep without it I miss the knife, even though it’s good my heart is healing I miss the needles, even though it’s good that I’m hurting less What’s going on with me?

Feel free to comment and give your opinion on it but please don’t be mean, as this is a vent poem.

Hello

heya!

Why does your video watermark change overtime-

bcuz I like that lmao

as a very wise sensei named Wu once said: “The best way to defeat an enemy is to make them your friend”. Or well lover in this case

"I thank you, hero, for saving our kingdom from the demon queen. However, may I ask how you defeated her?" "Oh, I married her."

Made this wreck of a vid

I read “internal battles” as “internet battles” and I got really confused for a moment

No one will ever fully be able to understand the internal battles you had to endure just to heal, just to grow, just to make it here today. Be proud of the way you fought to save yourself. Be proud of the way you survived.

Bianca Sparacino

“Ladies and gentlemen, attention please.”

Boring

Pointlessly gendered

Doesn’t assert dominance

I’m falling asleep already

“ALRIGHT, LISTEN UP YOU ONE LIFESPAN, THREE DIMENSIONAL, FIVE SENSE SKIN PUPPETS!”

Out of pocket

Applies to anyone regardless of gender

Puts you above them

Gets their attention

Made this once. The lip sync isn’t the best at the end but eh

What the hell why is this fandom so allergic to happiness? Spill the tea. Now. Gimme that angst.

Does anyone else think about how Bill would react to the realization Ford will be long dead if or when he is rehabilitated/reincarnated?

Not necessarily through action, but also through thought. What would he internally think? How would he react if one of his therapists brought it up? So many possibilities, so much angst…