bisexual, any pronouns, disabled, white, twenties | playing dice with my small corner of the universe | reblogs from @diceystealstheinternet
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Day 3: Bait. To Reel 'em In. Another Poem To Go With My Sketch And I'm Falling For Inktober. Hook, Line,
![Line drawing of a fish hook with three sharp barbs and a piece of string twined thought the eyelet. Underneath is a haiku: 'My heart on a hook, / Sweet bait to catch a crook. / My soul on a string.'](https://64.media.tumblr.com/526f84579aa0e3598df55197984a88b4/9772e1a86676cb65-a1/s500x750/8c82abc34359f51035009b045b5c71bf791074ce.jpg)
Day 3: Bait. To reel 'em in. Another poem to go with my sketch and I'm falling for Inktober. Hook, line, and sinker.
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My heart on a hook,
Such sweet bait to catch a crook.
My soul on a string.
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AKB 2019
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![Messy sketch done in ink of a skull in a top hat with a feather in it. Underneath is a poem: 'Brainless not mindless. / Sure, don't mean you can trust me... / Decide for yourself.'](https://64.media.tumblr.com/fd48ef00d8dfe6aac995e68dda4d2574/d5344266bf89cebc-d7/s500x750/9589f4d582fb6dd787c51e4418819b84037ac24e.jpg)
Day 2: Mindless? I certainly felt it. More of a doodle than anything... Now with free haiku!
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Brainless not mindless.
Sure, don't mean you can trust me...
Decide for yourself.
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AKB 2019
hearing aids day 1 (2nd march 2022)
crunchy
loud
lots wow just so many sounds
Ss!!! so much sibilance, oof is that annoying - might develop a lisp in preemptive retaliation/ self-defence
see also: whispering really carries
i can hear my hair and i am not happy about it
scratchy staticky sounds from hair moving, jaw opening/closing, breathing
does the air make sound??? i am confused
i feel high oh my gods on earth
too much behind the ear - ow
masks are a fucking pain right now
voice sounds funny, very conscious of every sound i make - just existing creates so much noise
under water at the cinema - loud crisp too much but also aware of thing in my ear, layer between me and the world, every slightly unreal and held at a distance
spooky
disorienting
music - especially classical so far but haven't tested much - everything else stops/ disappears/takes a back seat - andres rieu ftw - it's incredible, just entrancing and all-ecompassing, holy shit
my voice may change in relation to this (avoid s sounds, lower pitch and volume, kinda drawly because i can hear myself and it slows me down, usually speak very quickly)
everything is sooooo distracting!!!! the world is happening all around me
bereft when i took them out the first time, where has the world gone? everything so dim and distant, genuinely might cry
honestly kinda high key relieved after i took them out the second time jesus wept did i need a break
very tiring but in a different way from how straining not being able to hear is tiring - just so much new stuff to process! brain making ALL the connections wowzer oh boy
did i mention crunchy? because yeah if i could pick one word that'd be it, we're going iceberg lettuce on this
CRONCH
![[Image Description: A Meme Which Has A Painting Of Greek Philosophers Who Are Talking, Gesturing, And](https://64.media.tumblr.com/df4b9dbfebd01950aa7c8aa691b6ef49/f5db5b0c749bfe2c-79/s500x750/059d703124f52edce82d44c8f53ef9692bc1288d.jpg)
[Image Description: a meme which has a painting of Greek philosophers who are talking, gesturing, and carrying books on one side which is labeled "Talking about disability with disabled people", and across from that is a photo of an adult showing a toddler a toy labeled "Talking about disability with abled people." End ID/]
"That's my psychological support husband!"
- actual quote from my mother who has no clue about memes or the internet or but sir, that's my emotional support anything... so,,, I guess everyone now and then humans go and reinvent well know tumblr phrases huh?
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Fireworks in Space
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Speak pride to power:
Show truth and love and magic;
Into the void, let colour flow
Where once only lies tried to fill the vacuum.
There is no air here.
We bring our own oxygen, and enough to share.
You try to set us on fire,
We laugh and burn and fizz and dance,
We are the sparks,
You gave us fuel.
Fool.
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AKB 2019