I Just Remade!!!!!!
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I Just Remade!!!!!!
please follow my new blog, i won’t be responding to messages or posting on this one anymore
I FOUND A COMBO NO ONE PLAYS AND I WANT TO SHARE IT WITH THE WORLD
its name is Izzet Boom and it is my child
Please let me know if u are interested in hearing about this
th4nkyoub3n asked:
You’ve heard it here first folks
Literally do not trust me when I make announcements tho I flip flop like a motherfucker
askthedescended honestly im so insulted
staff what the fuck do you have to say for yourself?
@what-would-jedi-do
Imagine them here now
In your shoes
Facing your problems
Skin prickling
As they feel your fears
Would they stand strong
As they do
Against evil time and time again
Or would they cower
And whimper
While you simply walk forward
And face the day
Chest tight, heart beating against her skin
Fingers clasped around the coin purse
Wishing and hoping that it contained more
Than the spare wrinkled dollars it did
A crisp fifty, or even a twenty
But no, coins jingle and paper crumples
Only envious eyes fall on merch and media
Only despairing lips whisper
“Maybe next time”
@sarcasmcupcakes
The food I make
Is snarkier
Than I am
It’s a little disconcerting
Snoring quietly away
The sleepiest kitten
Dreams of yesterday
Chasing mice in fields
Eating captured prey
Flighty, joyous, free
To sleep is just to play
Shadows along darkened outdoor corridors
Stay safe, stay silent
From side to side
Stay serpentine so they cannot see you
Watching for their eyes far above
Red, like spotlights
And their #FFFFFF smiles
Wrap your fingers around the cords of your hoodie
Pull them tight, shut out the world
Pretend that approximately 50% of the passersby want to gobble you up
They criticize you for shutting yourself off
But they’re the ones who won’t take no for an answer
@busterkurry
Sizzling spices serenade several senses:
Sapid sight for eight eyes,
Sweet smells for four noses,
Four chefs tossing ingredients
Into the pan, soon to be tasted
(The most important one)
A dish devised and divine
Repetition replaces raw “talent”
Create an experience
There is rain in my gut
It cycles through my body
Occasionally leaking out my eyes
And my pores
There is lightning in my limbs
It thunders through my veins
From cloudy mind to clearer hands
Clenching fingers to fists
It fills my passion with voltage
Sparks of inspiration to light my way
I’m not asking for a change in the weather
But an umbrella would be nice
@weirdfaeaunt
My mother is the normal one
Her sister is the odd
Her wispy wings ethereal
Out of sunbeams, a facade
Only in their rays I see
The twinkling glitter clear
And watch her as she smiles, whispers
“I don’t fly much now, my dear.”
I want to be alone
But loneliness surrounds me
And then I could do without isolation
@fallingangelwithpds
The descent isn’t what hurts
Rushing wind could be worse
No breath left to take away
The landing is where the danger lies
But with light-years to fall still
That isn’t too worrisome right now
I’ve still got time to consider the world
Before I smack face-first into it
The werewolf from far away sent a letter
(In absentia of the current ruler, fallen off a nearby cliff)
With credentials, and request to take the late king’s place
As monarch, considered, as the last had left no heirs
The royal court felt that one day a month
Of beasthood was worth enduring
For a queen of her caliber
And so, they approved, and sent back word
In three days, as requested, she arrived
In a lovely pearl carriage, in between the milling crowd
Ready to see and accept their new leader
The door opened, and out she stepped into the sun
In a gorgeous blue-green dress
With a bow atop her brow
Covered head to toe in well-brushed fur
She smiled warmly at the shocked congregation
Despite the razor-sharp fangs that lay upon her lip
Stepping forward to shake hands with her new court
She sheepishly informed them that, technically
The moon was always full, scientifically speaking
After a few moments of hesitation,
In which all were deathly quiet in anticipation,
The royal advisor smiled back
And invited the werewolf queen into her throne room
Face of fangs and all
They tell me math is universally aligned
Into neat orderly categories
I don’t believe that there cannot be outliers
The little lower case numbers
Never featured, still existing
Because no one cares to learn how to downshift twice
But that doesn’t stop them from being who they are
I’m sorry if I didn’t mention you, Tumblr sometimes just doesn’t let me
There are machines in organics
Mechanics in my blood
Swimming through the plasma
Injecting “feeling good”
It’s the illusion called placebo
Despite my aching bones
My depression snickers gleeful
And makes its wicked home
Singing for the sake of song
We open our lungs and send intentions beating
Align ourselves with harmony
It makes whole our fragmented selves
@reaxeons
There is a chain inside my mind, I don’t know how it got there
Bouncing thoughts around my brain, from different spots to same
I’m sure it has its uses, it just does what it thinks is correct
But I’d prefer if it would stop misleading my thoughts
Oh well, here we go once again
How ironic
That you
Call me “deviation”
Soon to return to (your) default
When in reality
Being like you
Was simply the stepping stone
To being me
@autistictransgirlsora
I’m sorry
I couldn’t think of a poem to write
Because all
I could think
While looking at
Your URL
Was Kingdom Hearts
I’m fandom trash
I’m growing up too fast
No one understands though they say they do
I wish that I could go back and be me again
Before I had
To be
Someone else
In my body
@robollorama
I think, if one really needed to
A robot could out-bowl a human
They can keep their hands so steady
As to aim precise and true
But I think a robot might
Have a little trouble
When it comes to English
The might eagle spreads its wings
The brick remains a brick
The falcon soars about the clouds
The brick perpetually sits
The sparrow flirts from roof to ground
The brick admires the earth
The crow perches on the tallest branch
The brick continues to stay
Each of these birds tease the brick
They say “look at us fly
While you are stuck there in the dirt
So sad and pathetic, you brick”
But the brick just smiles and asks them back
“Yes, but how well can you be a house?”
She asked why a lot
It was cute to them at first
Until she started asking
Why the world was so cruel
Why some people could hurt others
Why people were singled out for derision
Why those in power got away with things their victims could not
Why people would jump to demonize the dead while their killers would be painted as innocent
Why –
They no longer found it cute
We are all made of starstuff
But have you stopped to notice
When the galaxy in your eyes begins to twinkle
When the sun in your chest beats overtime
When the stars along your fingers tingle
When the quasar in your lips spark whenever you kiss
We are not made of static remnants of old celestials
We are constructed from their very living passions
I’m sorry if I didn’t mention you, Tumblr sometimes just doesn’t let me
princessfangface asked:
More than I can ask of anyone or a convenient exit strategy
I don’t have either so I’m going the fuck to sleep before I yell at someone
princessfangface asked:
Hehe awww yay!