Visiting Other Social Medias While My Home-hell-site Is A Different One Is The Funniest Thing.

visiting other social medias while my home-hell-site is a different one is the funniest thing.

Instagram and TikTok? sitting in the corner by the snack table staring ominously at the rest of the party.

Reddit? watching a dumpster fire that never stops burning.

Tumblr? being a random cryptid and accidentally walking in on a witch coven- before I can leave, they place a pointy hat on my head. I have a great afternoon.

Traffic light fans claim they're normal and then go off on a rant about how Shrek is cheating on an anime catgirl with Kakashi

Reblog and put in the tags if you've ever experienced a popular romantic trope in real life and the story behind it

I made a reddit account specifically to make this post. Let’s see how this plays out.

The greatest power of life

Is held not by those who live it

Not by the sun or star or moon

By the parrot or owl or angel

It is held by the dead

The yellow feathers drifting along the wind

The one who sang his last note

Said 'I am dead' said 'dont follow me'

And who was ignored

For the living kneel before the feet of the dead

Stand before his grave

It is not the survivors who truly win

But the canary who watched from afar

Floating above the wind

'Go home' you said 'its over'

And he did not listen

He said 'this is the end, this is home' he said

There is a ring in his feathers

Rose gold, pink and yellow

There is a bound on his soul

On his flesh and his blood

And yet it is he who holds true strength

He who lives amongst the coal

Not the miners who failed to heed him

But the songbird who warned them

From the magic

Came a child

(Icarus)

He blinked at the sky

'Father?' He begged

Maybe he is naive

Listening to his fathers

To the lore, to the law

(Icarus)

Maybe he is wrong

To think he is safe

To be secure in the sky and on the ground

To wish in a fountain

Upon to dirt and soil

(Icarus)

Maybe he is stupid

Unaware of the power of the heavens

Of the kings and crowns

(Icarus)

Maybe he should not jump so far

Fly so low to the ground

So high in the sky

He is made of sticks and wax

(Icarus)

Maybe he shall burn