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i vented on personal to get it outta my head like diary stuff wifjwodo rested enough to be able to make something to eat and tea 🫠 brains just squish now

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im just in one of those moods o-)-( like i do something basic around the house for an hour and a half but now ive been in pain for like 5+ hrs and its frustrating

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my headspace is honestly abysmal rn, ill be offline / discord only for the night 🫠

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one of these fucking guys tipped over sub oil and it spilled and drenched everything in the fridge for who knows how long

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😭 Unfortunately, 2025 is the canon year he died in.. and me being insane ..

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I DIDNT KILL HIM it was his canonical death date

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nothin ..

𝖳𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 ; 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 — 𝗍𝗈 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗀𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.

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hhhhheeeyyy buddy

January 24th 1979 — November 19th 2025 .

𝖨 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒.

Crafted by calloused hands, honed and hardened. Only held tight when time of use came to be; wielded with tense fingers and unrelenting provocation. Once dedication — Solely now obsession.

Tools of the trade. Laid aside, bare to collect dust outside of battle — outside of use. What good is a tool outside of its purpose? What use does one have of instruments of blood outside of struggle, of conflict? Even shaky, rusted, worn; implements of unrest.

To be wielded is to have meaning.