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nights

Maybe it’s the new moon, but today I feel as if I’ll fade away. That my existence will cease its hold it has on me and I’ll slip through realities fingers. That laying here still will force me to drift away into my dreams. Where my innards haunt me and comfort me alike. And if I wake up, I’ll feel ok again. I know the pain won’t ever go away. But for as long as I lay here, it will be forgotten. So let me lay here for eternity. Please let me lay here.

wandering

where do i live now?

tell me love.

from your words,

from those dreams,

i am lost,

i can not figure.

where do i live now, tell me.

never thought,

it would come here.

this soul, lost

why?

why doesn’t it understand.

where is home,

tell me darling,

please.

me.

people can hate doom scrolling and yes yes sense. go wiggle your toes. clouds and sunshine are nice. rolling in grass and hoarding pebbles seems is joyful and these papers need to be folded or scribbled over. numbers and words are very productive i see. 

but ,honestly the internet is so beautiful. its good to delve deep. find those oyesters.

goto go make origami for my rocks to look at.

this is important research data.

Memes to come out of spngate/spn s16 thus far that I can remember:

Super mega turbo hell

Homophobic Jackles

DestielPutinElection

Lamp

Tree

Onion

Party city wig

Dean getting nailed

Carry on wayward son evanescence cover

All cars go to heaven

Sam's blurry wife

Heller Jackles

Jensen release the tapes

Rancid nuts

Spanish dub supremacy

Bilingual dean winchester

Rogue translator

Obama is a Heller confirmed

Jensen x handprint

The 66 seals of Gay

Theller Swift

Adam Williams the vfx guy

Misha Collins/Bill Clinton sex scandal

Go diane winchester

The Beastiary aka dean's diary entry

Instructions unclear I fucked the micheal sword

Ally Sam Winchester

Wait what's Supernatural?

Destiel hasn't been home in a few days

Here's how endgame Sastiel can still win

Feel free to add.

chaotic gooood at its highest.

Castiel: [becomes god] I'm god now

Castiel: [kills a homophobe] [kills a homophobe] [kills a homophobe] [kills a homophobe] [kills a homophobe] [kills a homophobe] [kills a homophobe] [kills a homophobe] [kills a homophobe] [dismantles the kkk] [kills a homophobe] [kills a h

u forgot the tags

   #im sry    #i dont well acquainted with us history    #not caught up on my us genocidal terminology    #to be fair there ‘missionaries’ in Vietnam as well but if ur familiar with that story ull know y i was inclined to believe    #they were an exception    #i thought christian missionaries were just your usual proselytizing sycophants    #but nah always the same shit w the fucking Europeans

but this was about dead gay nuns and john w*nchesters garbage and abusive parenting and sick(makes me vomit) journal.

spn discourse do be lyk that

Journal posting hours got us crying again

I never asked for love,

and here I am declared as your lover.

For the soul

it's like a sweet punishment...

...but the heart's been denounced

as a criminal.

I never asked for love,

and here I am declared as your lover.

For the soul

it's like a sweet punishment...

...but the heart's been denounced

as a criminal.

This glow on your face,

it's the fault of my eyes...

...they don't move away from it.

What should I do?

It hurts like a pressed nerve,

grows like a disease...

...captures the heart and mind.

What should I do?

I never asked for love,

and here I am declared as your lover.

For the soul

it's like a sweet punishment...

...but the heart's been denounced

as a criminal.

The heart says something

but does something else.

And it doesn't understand

any amount of pressure I put on it.

You owned my thoughts back then,

but now my heart is your slave.

Since the moment the heart became

your slave, it describes the soul.

Says, (the soul) keeps flying,

and salutes young love.

Then why does this pain keeps coming up...

...heart wants to go far...

...like a poison it starts to suffocate,

what should I do?

Sometimes it feels like

giving everything I own...

...sometimes I feel like giving up

the friend himself...

...to all these questions of the heart,

what answers do I give?

I never asked for love,

and here I am declared as your lover.

For the soul

it's like a sweet punishment...

...but the heart's been denounced

as a criminal.

“Take Me To Church” by Azra T.

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my minion hab made these flags for the goats.

I guess the revolution isnt happening after all. I wont lie, we (my goat wife & i) were looking forward to this. Especially her. I dont much care for technicalities. To me, we are as married as 2 goats can be. But as fate would have it, same sex marriage isnt yet legal in my country. Neither is adoption by same sex couples. But with the anger of the people, she thought #theysilencedyou could snowball into a real movement. That we might be able to wed one day, as other goats do.

You see, we become complicit in our anger. Caught up in the mundane intricacies of life, she in her job & I in mine. We forget how much has been taken from us. How much is being kept from us still. Our anger has to take a backseat for us 2 live our lives as normal goats.

But when something happens, no matter how small, to remind us of what we're missing, the anger wakes up again, like it did because of CW's censorship & queerbaiting. And in that anger is a spark that goats like me & my wife will cling to. Maybe the spark will light a fire, we think. Maybe this is the day it'll all burn down. Maybe now things will change. Maybe this time we'll be set free.

But it dies down. Like this is dying down. You'll forget your anger & we'll forget ours. & I'm the one that'll have 2 ask my wife to put her molotov cocktails away (she makes them with such dexterity). I was hoping to never have to do that again. For once, I wanted to see her set fire to the streets. She loves burning things. Carries a lighter in her pocket & smiles at the flames. & you should see her when she smiles, people. You should see her when she smiles.

But I'll do it a million times more (& I know she will, too) if it means we get to feel that hope again.

We don't regret the hope. Thank you for the hope.

[img id - Chinese poem fragment in pixelwise origami tesselation - end id]

its the first few lines of a poem, the poem as a whole says something else, but the lines, are another story, or so i supposed.

Chinese looks funky.

[img id - the poem that was transcribed as origami , chinese script (original poem fragment extract)

意母手中線 , 進子上衣

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[img id - english translation of said fragment

a mother saw I,pulling her thread, Mending the clothes of her departing son. (this line is not in the origami)

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