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it/they/he, minor, no dni | evil frkd up alterhuman creature

vent posts often untagged

i act like hyperpop is an acceptable music genre
love/hate coding and my ocs
#1 liminal space fan
i think a lot and write rlly newage poetry sometimes
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anyways
terminal lucidity comfort is a commodity but either way its time well spent scraping melted pennies off the countertop colours mix under ultraviolet i can rarely guage their worth when faces have lost their distinctive glow though ive not quite seen what its like to die yet i know i must be close flipping the sign doesnt bring much closure racetracks seem to kick up their own dirt only a definite number that will cling to avoidance wrapped in the bow youre supposed to untie first your house is at the end of your street where the dog roam freely between stations of heirlooms and freshly burned meat asteroid impacts fit into reality i look both ways whenever, except when i go across say youd die for me all you want, either way, ill be your loss and i patched up the wires as best as i could with washi tape, pressure and just regular glue write it up or write it off reform the notches in your teeth and skull raise a bet, praise what is left read aloud capital letters etched youve not seen me enough in the pouring rain so i must stay a little longer for the vibrations in the earth to drive away snakes if its not efficiency's matter what is there to take or chase? measure exactly half across, in hardly any displacement flutter all up to the edge of the green-stained alleyway hide behind one sided open doors (still warching,) that wont ever let you out of this place cleaning out goldfish tanks and racing to the end of the cul-de-sac, anything goes when its already been sent too aware its ill-advised, ill apologise for staying late fermenting in its curing process, pathologise my every break though i still count every step away from home, i know i must depart, when the floor shakes so high up and sputtering sirens who wouldnt leave their cart? at last ill move a muscle, tear the rotting metal from my arms quiet anticipation of measuring minutes with an irregularly beating heart
November 16, 2025 at 12:06 PM
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six seven
6 reposts 7 quotes (didnt get ratio'd yet tho!!!)
November 15, 2025 at 5:40 AM
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whenever i talk abt anything related to actual programming im reminded of this tumblr post
Have you seen the new show? It's on Tubu. It's literally on Heebee. It's on Poodee with ads. It's literally on Dippy. You can probably find it on Weeno. Dude it's on Gumpy. It's a Pheebo original. It's on Poob. You can watch it on Poob. You can go to Poob and watch it. Log onto Poob right now. Go to Poob. Dive into Poob. You can Poob it. It's on Poob. Poob has it for you. Poob has it for you.
November 13, 2025 at 4:28 PM
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round of applause for this fucking abomination
a css selector that selects all links contained within list elements that do not contain a heading, that are in turn contained only within unordered lists inside a div with id "everything"
November 13, 2025 at 6:05 AM
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oh yea that last line is actually referencing this poem off the same collection (its called "of missing out" btw. as if that premise hasnt been done to death) thats all yall r getting bc i dont like the rest<3
fear having washed up ashore, few blocks away from the place i still gave directions to when asked if i need a ride home. cant be deterred- from the overzealous resolve to run until my legs gave way to the pull of a phonebooth the only number still pounding in my head isnt in use anymore whatever relief there is to be felt, i wouldnt know what to say any case. sand still inbetween tougher skin and a nailbed a mouthful of water im sure, i cant swallow yet- disinfected all my wounds, seaweed may have formed a tourniquet never around for long enough to differentiate why i needed it neither bitter nor upset, in wandering i havent come across- portraits of photocopies, asking for answers thumbtacked to walls in all retellings of the story, i didn't come back in a single piece perhaps its true to this recollection too; never having crossed the street, indeed, by all accounts, it's too much seen, too little done letting the flow of people leaving guide me to a perfect island, overrun everybodys left here too, corroded footprints lay out the way they acted- pressing nails deep into the doors and checking for a tighter gap anywhere to claw at pavement turned to gravel and lean on every wall at once when the exact wording is only held in two-way mirrors and their shattered glass, a scrape here and there turns trapping it into an ever herculean task because statistically speaking, everyone i know has moved only a vision left to answer for, but the echo cannot soothe between fur and blades of glass on your chest, i voluntarily keep safe inside a glass house, tap the windows, growling from across the and let the saltwater ice my throat once more does nothing mean anything to you, or the other way around? claustrophobia can make every hideaway appealing if not welcoming. just like time chooses its rate of change depending on the day at hand, itll be soon before i know it, but for now i bite what feeds me. assuming the phone will never ring again, what stammerings are there to…
November 12, 2025 at 6:28 PM
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hahaaaaa disregard prevthread i just realised i already wrote an entire poem about this!!!!! grief off the collection</3 smh xd
grief egodeath looms now a sooner promise than any actual release to rest my back against something fully human and fuse into letting myself become fully intertwined with it, to follow the trail and chase the dragonflies back to my hometown where i watched them die before me and prayed i hadnt failed faded photographs and overplayed moments to remember songs by (a few words for all which i could not retain.) oh, settle down, slow your heart to a crawl now, wash the ocean, fade its colour, river water rushing in let the sand that tears at your limbs be replaced with kicking up finely ground up cement from just a year ago stand in the midst, a painted line let it zoom past you if you believe nothing else than how i couldnt care for a child whose parent ive not met before or even just care about a feeling calling out into the echo, i heed your answer, "who am i?" reverberating past thinner walls, an answer someone just like me didn't await oh nothing, i am nothing, ive become a relay to be passed on through what we cant predict on preconcieved notions of fitting into place, taking the smallest room for you need it more and i know better (than to decorate, a second chance to run away-) i still vividly remember digging nails under the dirt acting like i still have hope to find what i have lost a notebook page that falls astray a bucketlist for every day but you act like there is nothing left only nothing can be made from nothing no matter how it sounds or if it soothes take this advice and dont reuse it without keeping a scented marker for yourself too- how do you breathe knowing you wont breathe forever? and with the way it ebbs and flows there may as well not be another sunday- i'll circle the waves and come back each time for i stagnate as soon as i can knot every string to keep my anchor within the cell of a riptide ...hanging around on your back porch or sit on the edge one would usually stand on feel the wet grass tear at my palms for what could be the last …
November 12, 2025 at 6:26 PM
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transgender icon: this rabbit plush
a small blue rabbit plush with white inner ears and a pink bow
November 12, 2025 at 4:27 AM
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i keep getting myself into predicaments bro</3
a download's progress - 0.7/4.7 GB with 54 minutes remaining
November 11, 2025 at 1:58 PM
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he is a mess of faulty wiring i love him
unfinished pompompurin kandi cuff
November 10, 2025 at 4:16 PM
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c3 maybe.... but really this entire region depending on the day
November 9, 2025 at 2:53 PM
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this meme ive been using to represent rabbithide is abt watership down isnt it. all roads lead to uhhhhhhh whats their frkn warren called again huh
November 8, 2025 at 6:46 PM
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WAIT HOW DID I JUST NOTICE THIS IT SAYS" YOU" HERE BUT "I" LATER..... someday!! i will sit down and go thru this album LINE BY LINE i swear..... maybe after the next releases to i can see all the connections.....
November 6, 2025 at 4:03 PM
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how i sound telling people i like playing on the swings (i have a job)
puppy with a lollipop and a propeller hat
November 6, 2025 at 3:26 PM
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frkn apps most helpful feature
today, i suffer tap to get teminded
November 6, 2025 at 3:13 AM
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anyways another acronym thingy it. actually stands for "room of all mirrors" but ive drafted this one like 3 times already hence; the clarification; my notes apps a mess.
r.o.a.m (actually this time i swear) ive been scared of heights for as long as i can quite remember and i cant look through all my eyes without aid of a broken mirror clutch my keys whenever i walk by the lake dropping them in once again would someday become fate when all is said and done, and there is nothing left to add i see the slashes on my back before i can even react i see myself from above, like the guardian i am tracing letters through time with sticks into the sand and ive never quite decided, if imagination means rubbing my eyes until an image forms, manipulate the phosphenes that will surely fade with age, limiting the speed of time, sleepless nights i glimpsed just once, and i still see it sometimes- that tunnel vision behind the curtain when the tunnel falls disorienting every wall, its not that different overall things i never noticed, in cyclic patterns they evolve rearrange the older pages, repurpose my resolve. pick sentences from paragraphs to see what i want, dart my eyes back and forth between the tinted glass leave secret messages revealed by the fog being remembered by the past doesnt mean im last. i will walk and stare intently, deep into another soul i will patch with red string any deeper tattered holes break through every surface when the railing stacks tread lightly because someday ill decide to climb back let the photographs sit and develop overnight wake up late again, surely come to find despite all the detail that can capture black and white, without an open door, im left with just reflected light time is viscous i have predicted in premonition, every action every cog in churning thought a ritual for a paper doll every turn of the wheel and i maintain that i cant leave
November 5, 2025 at 5:55 PM
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genuinely no clue a levels have a personal vendetta against me methinks
November 5, 2025 at 3:08 PM
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here ya go:3
November 2, 2025 at 4:37 PM
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wait yea ur right this does seem impossible? unless ur allowed to rotate the pieces? cus theres no way to do anything horizontally and vertically only works like this methinks
November 2, 2025 at 12:00 PM
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aaaa congrats on 400 !!!:D hope im not latee !!
cheshire they/them cute survivalist with a flamethrower:) and pfp attached !!
November 1, 2025 at 12:41 PM
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i frkn love pdb sometimes
photography post captioned "piece in the nature" with a comment saying "I tried eating a rock once"
October 31, 2025 at 4:42 PM
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LOOK AT THIS COOL SEASHELL I FOUND IT LOOK LIKE A BUTTERFLY:3
2 joined halves of a green seashell with brown and and teal stripes cracked at the top
October 30, 2025 at 10:16 AM
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arjgjkskgjs fair. its a reference to the album cover to porter robinson's "worlds"
October 29, 2025 at 7:59 PM
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i was trying to quote this but failed miserably
October 29, 2025 at 6:15 PM
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im not a compsci student im not a compsci student im not a compsci student im not a compsci student im not a compsci student im not a compsci student im not a compsci student im not a compsci student im not a compsci student im not a compsci student im not a compsci student im not a compsci student
youtube video titled "a wake up call for computer science students" with text on the thumbnail reading "Lock the f**k in"
October 29, 2025 at 7:45 AM
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and any character you enjoy is your blorbo. refer to chart for more terminology. you may also come up with similar names for other hypothetical concepts. a post that "breached containment" is one that is being viewed outside of a context-dependent in-group: usually users outside tumblr.
blorbo - a favourite character glup shitto - star wars names are fucking nonesense eeby deeby - youre going to hell plinko horse - a horse that was stuck in a plinko board scrimblo bimblo - super smash bro fans can be very angry when characters aren't in a game
October 28, 2025 at 1:56 PM