I Am Not! - Tumblr Posts
if it was a choice between maverick and ethan, ethan would definitely be the clone. he gives "hatched from a tube" vibes
Are you microwaveable?
Yep, I'm a Potter fan. Guilty as charged.
Carving this pumpkin was a monumental moment last year. For all his lamenting that I did not observe and facilitate "traditions", he was absolutely against me taking time for anything that was not "essential."
So on October 30, I was carving this guy up feeling morose as it had been days since he spoke to me. Then I had an epiphany.
I was getting satisfaction. My crafting skills are basically on par with a German Sheppard's, so the fact that this thing turned out alright was really encouraging. I was proud of it.
I remember thinking:
"I wouldn't have been allowed to do this if he was still talking to me ...."
And there it was. Something so small, so simple made me think that maybe this separation thing wasn't so bad after all.
pov: your hq man comes to pick you up for your date. you get in the car.
who is it and what song is he playing?
Had a conversation with a friend and thought "this would do numbers on Tumblr"
Stray Kids Albums
Debut Album - I AM NOT
-We live in a society that groups us together and decides who we are, blending together unique personalities into a dull nothingness
2nd Album - I AM WHO
-Breaking free from the mold that a hard society put us into since birth, we are bound to be confused at first. Now comes the question we should've figured out throughout our lives slowly thrown out us at once, who am I?
3rd Album? - I AM ME
Time results in reflection, allowing us to explore ourselves and figure out who we are as individuals away from the harsh mass of society's creation
**JUST MY SPECULATION FOR THE NEW ALBUM I DON'T REALLY KNOW I THOUGHT OF THIS DURING MY HONORS PRE CALC QUIZ**
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just learned that the show “dexter” is not a show about dexter from dexter’s lab as an adult. i mean it kinda makes sense but i’d always assumed
D-30 FOR HOBI IM BOUT LOSE MY MIND HOLY FCUK
Wings
Amid the cries of a fallen angel
There echoes the sound of a mourning mother
She begs for an end at the feet of the reaper
And exists the same as all the days before
She weeps, she screams
For her child has changed
But maybe for the better
Without warning came trumpets and banners that flew
“I’m different!” The angel shouted
Thinking this was the answer
The solver of problems, of worries and woes
Mother and father
They disagreed
They held their ears
Begged for an end
Squinted and questioned
“Who are you again?”
The angel, they whimpered, confused and afraid
Were these not their parents?
The people who taught, cared, and loved?
This woman and man, who were they if not?
Retreating on wings to their haven, safe at last
Confined and understood at least they had that
The people who talked, worried and helped
This was their family, without even a doubt
Thunder, lightning, questions, it rained
The mother and father they asked again and again
Without satisfaction they took the angel’s wings
Convinced without flight everything was explained
“A feeling!” The angel cried, “a thought in my head!”
“These people I’ve talked to, they heard what I said!”
“Understanding, relation, they know how I’ve felt!”
“They helped when I thought I couldn’t be helped!”
Silence, not one single word
The mother fret, the father read
Desperately turning thoughts through their heads
How could it be?
Our angel so sweet?
Trapped with the mind of a demon so mean?
“You’re lying,” they announced, matter of fact
“This isn’t the truth, this author proves that”
Papers and words and books and things
Page after page to justify disbelief
Not knowing who’s thoughts were whose
The angel now doubted the melodies they blew
“Did I lie?” They thought, “was I too hasty to speak?”
“Should I have waited more days or more weeks?”
The angel now mourned, hiding again
Bloodied and torn flesh on their back, wings lost to the wind
A feather in hand, a tattered lifeline
A beacon of hope in the dark of the nights
Plotting for futures that came and went
“Should I keep going like this? Can I reach the end?”
The feather, it twisted and turned
Their clammy grip kept it tight
Reluctant to lose more but too weak to fight
I could write my fanfic or I could imagine it vividly in my head
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