Oh Thank You, I'm Glad You Like It! :D

Uhhh..

For the sillies !!!!😁

Look man I’m using this series to cope

I think we should make Petey the next twink of the month

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What is Phenic's new video

They split the boys and girls up for the first time in P.E (since I've been here) and while I usually hate that, the fact that I went to the boys side with pretty much zero hesitance and nobody batted an eye (NO transphobic comments in my earshot, lets go) was awesome. I've been waiting a while now to get to do something like that. It made me happy.

Why did the web version of tt change the video format :[ it was better before

Another poem :]

Dead end.

You're a dead end.

I keep trying to reach you

but we are on each side of this barricade of people.

You are on the right side.

I am on the wrong.

I'm trying to care again

but these people are nothing to me.

I can't keep giving.

Restocking this part of me.

Maybe if we were alone.

I know if we were alone.

God why are we never alone.

My original blog has officially been deleted!

I'm just a silly guy who's slightly concerned one of his favorite people is dead

Original Poem

Is this the first one I posted on here? I think so.

Content warning for swearing in case that bothers people.

Wings fade in and out.

Fluttering.

Shivering.

A knife could be pulled across the length

but they are made of no skin and bone. 

They do not bleed. 

Resilience has kept them intact. 

Maybe they are missing half

but they always remain attached. 

To It, in It's delusion, they remained whole. 

Until they completely broke.

It's eyes snapped open

How did It miss the signs?

Even when a breeze went through the missing chunks

or It's chest ached with every twitch of It's wings,

It could've sworn they had always been whole. 

So now It searches.

It just wants It's wings.

But fuck angelic beings

Your wings aren't coming back

All that's left are remnants of stone deep in the ground, and high in the sky. 

You may feel phantom wings like they never cracked

But It has no choice now but to see empty space

where fondness once was

whenever It looks behind It's back. 

And what's so wrong with that? 

Wings may not grow back

but what about the grass? 

So fuck angelic beings. 

Earth will be your fallen home. 

I AM JUST A FISH!!!