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tattletale.bsky.social
w.s healed / rose quarter-drifting
@tattletale.bsky.social
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healed | 20s | she/her | born under a meteor | a very very smart girl with something like a university degree in Truth
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August 26, 2025 at 12:43 AM
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pov: you are about to watch the most Racist youtube video ever invented
May 12, 2025 at 1:02 AM
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April 27, 2025 at 4:22 PM
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when will polygon hire me
January 11, 2025 at 12:54 PM
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a friendly reminder, that permission and copensation is my Intellectural Property, and if you put it on your web page, you are snatching babies out of my hungry mouthe
December 19, 2024 at 4:23 AM
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(src: chili and the chocolate factory: fudge revelation by gaizemaize)
"Fix her!" said Tide. "She's having a seizure!" "Of course she is," said Mr. Bucket. "It is hard not to when you press the Sugary Seizure Button." "Stop it," Tide said. "Make it stop! She's in pain!" "Keerthi's fatal flaw," said Mr. Bucket. "It was the seizures! She must have been a secret seizure addict. She could not hold back her demons. How sad."
November 24, 2024 at 6:02 PM
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poem about sorting (& being sorted)
To The Court Astrologers (thicker than water ‘cause water don’t dry) Locked up in your wizard tower you disdain the haruspex & I sneer too but you still kept the altar. Guess the real power is they know you have it. Stained with rust & leaking corpse-rot onto all your new age slogans. As you write our names into your spells and pack the stars back into boxes I think I know it’s over. (The type chart hasn’t changed in generations if you just ignore the changes--rake in money selling plushies from a perfect world in stasis.) A crueller month in winter, you ran your simulation. it had just one thing to tell you: PRAISE THE DARK IN ALL ITS COLOURS You laughed, and went on with your day. (behold, the prancing galli! o catullus, we love your pity trample trample trample over caltrops)
November 16, 2024 at 4:08 PM
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poem about being sorted
To The Court Astrologers (thicker than water ‘cause water don’t dry) Locked up in your wizard tower you disdain the haruspex & I sneer too but you still kept the altar. Guess the real power is they know you have it. Stained with rust & leaking corpse-rot onto all your new age slogans. As you write our names into your spells and pack the stars back into boxes I think I know it’s over. (The type chart hasn’t changed in generations if you just ignore the changes--rake in money selling plushies from a perfect world in stasis.) A crueller month in winter, you ran your simulation. it had just one thing to tell you: PRAISE THE DARK IN ALL ITS COLOURS You laughed, and went on with your day. (behold, the prancing galli! o catullus, we love your pity trample trample trample over caltrops)
October 20, 2024 at 5:38 PM
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discus tyrants
October 5, 2024 at 4:05 PM
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September 7, 2024 at 1:17 AM