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my idgaf friend told me i changed her life today and yes I'm totally crying abt that today (of happiness)
it's that time of year again
there's no ' none ' option because if you don't like any of these songs this poll isn't for you. sorry
my f/os are so different from eachother and are so different from my irl boyfriend it makes me wonder if i dont have a type
Got absolutely nothing to do while I wait for my pictures to download on my ipad ;-;
this episode is why people call it hatecrimes m.d
I like desert duo a normal amount *rips off my sink and starts crying*
Ink Sans: Does it Matter?
Apathy. He does not pay attention to the world, or their endings. It has ended for him many times before, and yet it will begin the very next day. He survives everything, envies all that don't. Envies those who live unaware, how lucky they must be.
Ink can feel the spasms of emotion shoot through the marrow and curves of his bone. He grows terrified of it, but feeling anything deranges him. To be feeling anything at all strips him bare until even his bones are nothing but obstacles in the way of where a soul would be, where a soul should be.
The energy generated from fission is in fact energy released from his divine clutches, released to be desperate attempts of begging for something more but he in fact cannot reach it. The only thing he is good at is wanting, yearning, and being alone. Alone, alone, alone, constantly alone despite his constant company. He is penetrated of his defenses constantly, even if he does the same to mortals who couldn't even begin to understand his misery.
He cannot be resolved of his torment. If he were to be asked how it feels to be seen as the sky, he couldn't answer, even with eyes cast up his way. There's joy, beauty, pain, and nothingness. It should mean something, but after time has withered away his bone he must ask himself
"does it matter?"
Closing Notes: i felt silly thinking about Ink Sans and stuff