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the lab
Joined May 2022
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another fruiting body has grown, elsewhere.
i think the vibes will be different, but there will be art.
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sorry for ghosting. i don't know if i'll be back. i find a lot of my words difficult to read, and that's why they ended up here in the first place.
things get less painful, sometimes. things get softer. love grows more love up around it. i'm learning to put some things down.
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rlly wish i was smart enough to write an essay on the southern reach trilogy, made in abyss, and their common theme of a hungry wilderness that transforms you via consumption.
(and how those themes are echoed in the interpersonal relationships therein!!)
mechanical doll in love with its accordian, because the way she swells reminds it of its cloth lungs inflating.
when they make music together, their breathing synchronizes.
jamming my favorite songs betweem my brain folds like sharp lil needles cuz they HURT SO GOOD
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i can only make art when i'm having an episode..
which is both tragic and a little horny,,
cuz u have to make me suffer 2 get anything useful out of me.
went to the mirror to do my usual corpse makeup.
my eyebags were already quite purple and i have burst blood vessels all around my eyes.
niceeeeee !! they pre-deadened this cadaver!
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barely even finished chapter one of the grace of sorcerers, and i am already feral.
it's a good day to be gay and autistic.
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wait wait so based off of vibes alone, do y'all have assumptions abt my gender?
i mean probably not, but enough beings have been wrong that i'm curious.
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when the subbiest, meltiest little doll you know takes one look at you and says, "finally i've found someone beneath me!"
😵🥴🥴
an offer.
something i want.
something i'm desperate for. i can't open my mouth, or it will spill from me in a great sulfurous gush, barely contained brinewater lapping at my throat in roiling waves.
i know the force of my need will wash it all away, and i will be alone again.
it's all fiction.
if you don't understand something here, it is probably not for you.
trauma twisted our growing branches quite strangely.
to break kayfabe, do not violate others (unless they'd like you to), keep yourself and others safe (unless danger calls to all involved).