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ugghhhhhh oh my fucking godddddddd
a moodboard consisting of the following, from left to right, up to down - a picture of six men standing, sepia toned, with the caption "FUCK ALL MY HOMIES HATE" - a picture of a black abyss against an office with the caption "I'M GOING I'M GOING TO START YELLING" - a picture of two graphic figures; one is clutching the other's shoulders. it is captioned "what to do when someone has a panic attack: feed them lsd and hold their shoulders and shakem (sic) profousely while continuously saying NIGHTMARE! NIGHTMARE! NIGHTMARE! NIGHTMARE! NIGHTMARE!" -a picture of a crudely drawn cat, crying with tomatoes on it - a picture of a red skull with hollow sockets and human eyes placed inside - a very low res drawing of a hamster with a stylistically human face crying - car from garn47 (a 3d model of a tan cat) crying with mascara running - a tweet from shail, three times, edited to say "save me" over and over again - an ms paint drawing of a stick figure on therir knees, crying blood, clutching a carmael frappe. their fingernails are also bleeding.
November 10, 2025 at 2:18 AM
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calico kitten standing on a green blanket with white flowers making a disgruntled face at a banana
September 10, 2025 at 6:01 PM
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tisire vs mel
a meme stating that the 'stereotype' of nihilism is depressing, as displayed by a black-and-white image of a long haired person clutching their head in their hands against a brick wall with the caption "nothing in life matters...", contrasted by the 'reality' of nihilism which is displayed by a drawing of a man wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap, giving a thumbs up with a smile and the caption "nothing in life matters!"
June 21, 2025 at 5:36 AM
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thinking about tisire and her azem melinoe and crying #wol #azem
June 21, 2025 at 5:31 AM
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i don't give a shit about joe biden
Norman Rockwell's 'Freedom of Speech' which depicts a pale skinned man with short brown hair standing up in a court pew. He is wearing A brown jacket and brown pants of the same shade as well as blue flannel. Two light-skinned men in dress shirts and ties are looking up at him; one has grey hair, the other's hair is not visible. A third man just past the focal point's arm is partially visible with brown hair and light skin.
May 17, 2025 at 2:24 AM
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my honest feelings if it did happen
a very simplistic black-and-white image of a girl with anime eyes. she is saying 'waow' and thinking 'BASED BASED BASED BASED BASED BASED"
May 10, 2025 at 8:20 PM
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slumbering beast #caturday
a tortoiseshell calico cat sleeping on a white blanket, up against a sage green body pillow. the cat is laying stretched out with her eyes closed.
May 3, 2025 at 6:16 PM
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Without downloading any new pics, where are you mentally?
a picture of tom scott motioning behind him with the caption "I AM AT MY FUCKING LIMIT"
February 4, 2025 at 2:57 AM
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rest in peace tiktok here's my favorite tiktok i have downloaded on my computer
January 19, 2025 at 6:13 PM
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Hello sir
a raven sitting on a white table on a patio. it is looking slightly away from the camera a raven sitting on a white table on a patio. it is looking directly towards the camera.
November 21, 2024 at 8:16 PM
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i'm being BULLIED by this STUPID MUSIC APP!!!!!!!!
From top to bottom: "Public Playlist" "soul crushing alone sunday evening" "You listened to indie and folksy on Sundays in the evenings. Here's some: soul crushing, alone, drained, comforting, yearning and sleepy weepy." Spotify Logo - "Made for Coffee - 50 songs, 3hr - Next update at 10:50 PM"
November 18, 2024 at 3:52 AM
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STOP. STOP. STOP IT. AAAAHHHH!!!!
spotify daylist. the text reads, from top to bottom, as the following: "Public Playlist" "romantasy forest sunday afternoon" "You listened to indie and alternative on Sundays in the afternoon. Here's...[text cuts off]" Spotify Logo - "Made for Coffee - 50 songs, 3 hr 22 min - Next update at 6:29 PM" The background is sky-blue, with the bottom of a cut-off sun in the upper right. The text reads the following, from top to bottom. "Public Playlist" "dark academia romantasy evening" "You listened to horror and fearful in the evening. Here's some: dark academia, romantasy, forest, cottagecore, bittersweet and writing." Spotify Logo - "Made for Coffee - 50 songs, 3 hr 24 min - Next update at 10:58 PM" The background is primarily sunset pink and purple; there is an orange sun in the left-center.
November 17, 2024 at 11:33 PM
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woe writing snippets be upon thee
cw warning for death, blood, uxorcide, domestic violence. i promise not all of my writing involves murder i promise. #writing #writers #fiction #horror
the background is a bloodstained piece of paper with faint raindrops. The text for this page reads as the following: ""What's that syringe for, Augustus?" Ilma choked. He didn't respond. "Augustus! Answer me!" She already knew the answer. "Let's go home, Ilma," Augustus said. "Dani's waiting for us. I'm so proud of what we've made together, my darling." "NO!" she screamed, loud enough that she hoped someone, anyone heard her. "I'll not let you! Never! Not to me, and certainly not to him!" She pushed herself up from the window, and stormed up to him despite the terror clawing up her nerves. "You're going to pay for this, all of it!" "Listen to me," he said softly. "I only want what's best for you. For our son. For our family. Please, Ilma — don't be so upset." "Are you crazy?!" Ilma shouted. "Our entire marriage is a lie! I will never, EVER forgive you! When Chris—" "Chris isn't coming back, dear," he said. "My men will make sure of that." A soft gasp escaped between Ilma's parted lips; she stared at Augustus for so long, studying every detail of his face. She knew every inch of him so well. She loved him so much. She was so, so terrified of him." "Augustus grunted as Ilma shoved him, and made way to bolt for the stairs; she didn't get far, before his arm latched around her own. "Ilma—" "Get off me!" She struggled in his grasp, but the gear he had donned made it impossible for her to land a hit. "Dear, I need you to stop—" She pushed her full weight forward, and finally broke free from his grasp; her momentum carried her down onto the floor. Ilma crawled away from him as fast as she could, before staggering up onto her legs; lightning flashed in the window behind her, painting the hall in shadow for a brief moment. "I'll never go anywhere with you," she spat. "I'd sooner die." Augustus' face was nearly blank, his body so stiff. Slowly, he sighed. "I understand." He drew a gun from his hip. "I want you to know, I really did love you." And he fired. " "Ilma stumbled, just as the glass behind her shattered; for a moment, she was nearly convinced that the bullet had missed her. Then she felt the moisture pooling in her chest, and brought up her hands to see the blood that now stained them. Her blood. "Augustus—" she choked; the room spun, Augustus' face distorted as if she were drunk, and she stepped back, back. She wasn't dead, she wasn't dead, she wasn't— Her legs tipped over the window sill, the shattered glass cutting through her clothes as the open air embraced her. In one moment, she was apart of the falling rain. And in the next, her body landed hard against something sharp; she didn't have to look down to see it, she only had to look forward. She brought up her hands as she stared vacantly at the wrought iron fence post that now stuck up out of her chest. She gasped for air until it became a choke, as blood poured up her throat and out of her mouth; the window above was vacant. Augustus wouldn't watch her die. It would hurt him too much, she thought. Ilma Kapetanović's head reeled back, and her glasses fell into the grass. Her body went limp a few moments later, and the light from her eyes a few moments after that. This life had finally reached its bitter, lonely end. "
November 17, 2024 at 6:02 AM
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i don't remember making this but i still agree with making it i think #ffxiv
it is the "down with cis bus" post from tumblr, with Gaius from FFXIV behind it. The text reads as the following: "Here’s a thing that happened to one of my friends. I was there. Basically, we were walking down the sidewalk, talking about something meaningless. I think it had to do with a movie. Then this bus screeches up, stops next to us, and a bunch of people with “Down with Cis” shirts climbed out and started beating him up. I was punched and kicked a bit too, but I managed to avoid brutalization by going for their faces. After figuring out what’s happening, I started attacking them back, getting them off of him. He was quite injured but I called 911 and he made a full recovery at the hospital. I was fine, with only a cut on my arm that they patched up."
November 17, 2024 at 5:56 AM
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for october i tried (and did not complete due to the infernal schoolwork) a daily writing challenge. here's a snippet from the first day. bear with me i've never posted writing like this before but y'know. cw for violence and death #writing #writers #fiction 📚
"As she turned, she felt the blade thrust through her back until it penetrated past her chest. Mina’s entire body stiffened, her eyes widening as her pupils shrank; she didn’t cry out, she simply turned her gaze. The blade was long and thin, with polished silver visible beneath her crimson blood; it was a sabre, perhaps. She watched as more blood dripped onto it, spilling out from between her lips. Her mind finally caught up to her body when a boot slammed hard into her back, and she sprawled out onto the floor." This text is set against a faint background of brown wilted flowers. "She gasped like she was drowning, her body seizing up as her nerves numbed. Clawing feebly at the slick, shiny ground, she tried to push herself up on her arms. A gloved hand interrupted her, and in her blood’s reflection she could see the glint of the blade that had just ended her life. The hand pressed into her own, prying apart her fingers, which only encouraged her to hold onto the watch within harder. “No…! No!” A swift kick to her arm put an end to her struggle; the warm metal left her hand, and Mina’s forehead pressed into the floor with sudden weakness. Her eyes were heavy with a want for permanent sleep, and even if she knew that wouldn’t be the case, that didn’t make her terror any less potent. “Stop,” she croaked out; it hadn’t be directed at her killer, but she heard their footsteps stop anyway. She managed to open her eyes, squinting to see them through the haze; it was a construct, more immaculate than any she had ever seen. Like an angel, built by the hands of man." "Jericho. Jericho stared back at her with vacant eyes, before he approached her and placed his boot on top of her head. The pressure was immediate, and intense, lasting only a second before her vision went black as the sole made contact with her brain. Mina Ward stood in the corridor, dust swirling in her lungs, staring in horror at the ceiling she had just collapsed. One of her hands was clutched over her heart, while the other was splayed across her face. It hadn’t happened. Not in this timeline. But her body would still bear the scars. And so would her mind."
November 15, 2024 at 12:44 AM
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Impressive spider web
A glassless bronze lamppost, with an intricate spiderweb inside doused by gentle yellow light, set against a backdrop of mostly-green foliage, though there are spots where leaves have turned red and yellow. There is also a mostly bare tree to the upper-left of the frame.
November 13, 2024 at 11:44 PM
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spot the difference challenge
November 9, 2024 at 11:44 PM
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a screenshot from google: made up characters wiki page on the category 'fascists'. the thumbnail is of o'hare from illumination's the lorax.
November 9, 2024 at 6:15 PM
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I'm having a week
my top five "on repeat" Spotify songs. from top to bottom: can you afford to be an individual? by nothing but thieves, the ills - cold blooded soul version by denzel curry, hell's comin' with me by poor man's poison, beautiful is boring by bones uk and is everybody going crazy? by nothing but thieves
November 9, 2024 at 4:43 PM
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why buy turning point usa merch when there's a far cheaper alternative
man wearing a dunce cap
November 9, 2024 at 4:28 PM
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back on the wip grind. all this nervous energy's gotta go somewhere
a screenshot of a word counter for the word processor ellipsus; it reads 3,536 words
November 8, 2024 at 10:51 PM
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introduce yourself with:
one book 📚
one movie 🎥
one album 💿
one TV show 📺
the book house of leaves by mark z. danielewski the album art for "moral panic" by nothing but thieves the poster for 1982's "the thing," directed by john carpenter the poster for the netflix series arcane
November 8, 2024 at 2:18 AM
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gonna try finishing this up within the next few days 💙 📚
A picture of the book thirteen storeys by Jonathan Sims, resting on a wooden table
November 8, 2024 at 1:31 AM