Kitsunenen - 梦瑶 (Mèng Yáo)

Dawggggggggg look at these miners

If look back I’m sure I’ll remember, the words I held back and chose not to say. I am sinking, drowning, dying in my despair; a despair I caused and chose not to share. How I feel feels unimportant, not worthwhile of mention, I just wish I’d had said it before I started to feel benched in; inside my room is where I’ve chosen to stay, despite how I wish and want to feel the sun and go out to play. I have not the words to describe the way I feel caged, it’s pitiful truly. Stuck in a gilded prison I myself made. I find it sad though to be honest, I finally spoke my mind and mentioned this bind that in myself I find; and the reaction was tame, it makes me feel lame to say that I was hoping for hope, for words left unspoken to fall from my mouth and for your response to make me not quite hate myself, but here I am sitting in bed, phone in my hand and pillow at my head listening to you ramble on unabashed, wishing I’d trusted you less and acted less rash. Your speech is slow, words are slurred as you speak about pottery sharing interests long unheard. A part of me feels bad for my one word responses, for the fact that if you asked what you’d said I’d be at a loss for words that were supposed to be held in my mouth; words that even had I known I’d dare not spout. I love you my dear, you’ve always been there, and you’ve kept me up as sturdily as the chair, that was carved on the day I turned 8, I ate those feelings away, lost to the old wind, the passage of time, a reference to a time that bas never been mine but I have longed to reach in hopes of some simpler days that my mind conjured up in a tired, alone, upset, and tied down haze; And even as I speak these words now I am all to unsure that my words will be heard, that the ears I called forth for word, will brush me off to the side and my the words I once chose to keep but now relent on saying will once again go unheard. I love you my dear, but goddamnit are you dense; I wish I’d not crossed that fence, the line where I chose to belt out my heart in hopes that you’d hear, but to my dismay you were gone away in the fray of people living through their days, Ignoring me and walking around me without a word as if I am in their way.

Ending the stigma of drug use will save lives.

laishuro is so fucking funny. you fail to propose to a white woman. her brother pisses you off cause of your unresolved jealousy and inability to emotionally regulate. during your blowout fight that resolves this unspoken resentment, he sticks his fingers in your mouth, ask what your mouth is good for, and pulls your hair. you give him a magic bell that will alert you if he needs help. the minute it rings you make a u-turn and find out he played fetch with it. there are bigger problems right now. when its all over, the woman, who was turned into a Creature, marries some elf you've known for a week. the brother becomes king and looks like a full snack in his wolf pelt, which is deeply ironic for thirty different reasons. your love rivals are some blue-eyed bitch who is obviously untrustworthy, a guy who you last saw trying to force-feed you onigiri, and a divorced father of three. you do nothing about any of this and go home. clown behavior.

Anyone else think we should just not go back to using tiktok and keep using rednote? If they wanna take something away just to give it back when they feel like they’ve one (like a narcissistic toxic parent would) then maybe we should just not use tiktok anymore????? Idk, im not really caught up on the whole thing or all the minor points of it, but it kinda feels like continuing to use rednote would just be better

some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.

"Omg, I love these! They go up to size 6X AND they have pockets?! Wow!! But do you have anything longer?" Sure do, no problem!!

"YES these are great!!! But what about.. longer?" I gotcha!! Comin' right up!

"Now that's what I'm talkin' about! But... how about if I'm feeling like it's the kinda day where I need my clothing to be bifurcated???" Never fear, joggers are here!

*wild cheering* /scene

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Yumehara: Don’t be embarrassed to do things for your crush!

Aiura: Yeah! Whenever Kusuo wants attention he stands around looking clueless until Kuboyasu comes to mansplain to him.

Saiki: I will fucking kill you.

So I've fallen behind on writing Strawberry Felon because my mind keeps starting more AUs, so I've decided to try a poll to see what I should do about that, I guess

All of these are in different states of being written, some just a paragraph some creeping toward 20k words. So please help me decide what to do next!

Also feel free to ask abt any of these ideas in comments reblogs asks wherever :)