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A corridor that eats. A boy who cries for others. A girl made of clocks. Two teenagers wake in a living hallway that feeds on their pain. One feels everything. One feels nothing. Both are breaking. Stitched eyes. Ticking skin. Walls that breathe. Memories that leak. They've met 100,000 times before. They don't remember. They'll meet 100,000 times again. They won't forget. This is not a love story. This is a digestion.

It's a story about crossroads... the kind we keep circling back to no matter how far we think we've run. It's about the masks we wear, the boxes we bury our wants in, and the quiet ache we call independence when connection feels too expensive. Told with brutal honesty, a scientist's precision, and the sarcasm of someone who's survived both heartbreak and the swipe circus (or whatever we're calling them now), The Box unpacks what it means to want something more... without losing yourself to get it. Not desperate. Not delusional. Just... open.

It's a story about crossroads... the kind we keep circling back to no matter how far we think we've run. It's about the masks we wear, the boxes we bury our wants in, and the quiet ache we call independence when connection feels too expensive. Told with brutal honesty, a scientist's precision, and the sarcasm of someone who's survived both heartbreak and the swipe circus (or whatever we're calling them now), The Box unpacks what it means to want something more... without losing yourself to get it. Not desperate. Not delusional. Just... open.

A young man wakes up to discover he is no longer part of the living world-yet he never truly left it. Trapped between presence and absence, Alfred becomes a silent observer of time, watching his family move on, disappear, and be replaced while he remains fixed in a forgotten room that slowly erases itself. As years pass without mercy, reality begins to fracture, and the line between existence and illusion starts to collapse. What remains is a question he cannot escape: Was he ever truly gone... or has he never truly been alive?

a place to let out all my thoughts and maybe to find support in the comments~

Dr. Hiroto Ito has a terrifying theory: loneliness is physics, written into the very code of existence. Not psychological. To prove it, he builds a wormhole to the Big Bang. But the chronometric stabilizer is failing, threatening to erase the present. By sheer luck-or is it luck?-he finds a Shingon monk revealing to him the universe's original password, which permits him to travel to the dawn of creation. Ito expects a god. Instead, he finds a suicide note. Now he knows why the cosmos is silent, why we scan the stars and hear nothing. We are not abandoned. We are the reason. And the truth will consume him.

Collection of poems about life

As humans we all have darker sides to ourselves that we don't wish to explore or show. By writing about them I try to to accept these sides of myself that I have long repressed. Cover picture designed by @Tousledlives the cover picture belongs to the original artist.

Do we ever find out who we truly are, or is that a fantasy, too?

This poem expresses the inner turmoil of someone struggling with depression, anxiety, and a loss of faith. It explores feelings of fear, despair, hopelessness, and the desperate search for answers amidst a personal struggle. The speaker questions why they are experiencing such pain, feeling misunderstood and abandoned, and yearning for a return to happier times.

A fragmented mind caught between inertia and ambition, between comfort and guilt. At 24, life feels like an extended retirement, a paradox of craving greatness while expecting nothing.

In a dimly lit bunker, 21 individuals grapple with the enigma of General Artificial Intelligence (GAI) that forgets crucial concepts, trapped in a relentless cycle of learning and erasure. As the discussion spirals into a paradox of existence, the boundaries between reality and nightmare blur. And, a weary protagonist, confronts a chilling truth that transcends dreams and reality. Amidst crumbling foundations and unsettling revelations, the ultimate question looms: Is escape from this perpetual cycle even possible?

The final battle against Dr. Eggman and the Bio-Lizard was meant to close the chapter on Sonic's story. But when Shadow sacrificed himself to save Earth, he unknowingly awakened something beyond comprehension. Sonic the Hedgehog, the ever-carefree hero, was not merely a mortal-he was Apeiron, a transcendent force of pure unity, unbound by time, space, or form. Shadow's descent into the Earth's atmosphere brought him to a silent plane, a place beyond reality where distinctions dissolved. There, he encountered Sonic, no longer the hedgehog he knew but a radiant being of infinite light and silence. Sonic revealed his true nature, a being that embodies the fabric of existence itself. But this revelation destabilized the multiverse, blurring the lines between individuality and unity, threatening to dissolve all into silence. Despite his godhood, Sonic remained tied to his mortal self, determined to preserve freedom and individuality. Shadow, tethered to Sonic's transcendent consciousness, became his anchor as they worked to stabilize reality. Together, they journeyed through collapsing dimensions and faced manifestations of Sonic's own limitless will. In the Silent Plane, Sonic discovered the solution wasn't to seal his power but to harmonize it. By embracing both his infinite and mortal natures, Sonic became the silent, infinite background that allows individuality to thrive. With Shadow's help, Sonic restored balance and returned to the world, retaining his friendships and adventurous spirit. Over centuries, Sonic and Shadow formed an unbreakable bond. As immortals, they witnessed the passage of time, guiding Silver as the guardian of the Time Stones and raising their son, Marius, as a symbol of love and continuity. This is a story of power and connection, exploring the balance between infinite unity and individual freedom, proving that even the most transcendent beings are defined by love and friendship.

The banging is getting louder. I'm so scared. I think this is how it ends... #2 in #losingmymind in 20/8/2018 #1 in #losingmyself in 25/2/2019 #5 in #mentalpatient in 13/9/2018

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You know that meme..."two guys chillin' in a hot tub, five feet apart cause there not gay~"? Michael Jackson and Pinnochio aren't like that, and never will be. There closer than you and Joe Mama will ever be. *Potentially offensive *Probably not for kids *If you want to know what Drugs I take; go to that expensive book store and just grab a bunch of chapter books. Make sure they're not dumb. Open each and every one of them, in the store, and...sssssnnniiiiiiiifffffff that shit.

To live is to suffer

Woodtail and Flamefur go on a journey alongside ancient guidance and old friends to revive their fallen Clan. Only they can bring back the ways of CedarClan. But not even StarClan knows where it ends . . .

A short story of a conversation between the human embodiments of Beautiful Life and Mysterious Death. *based off comic on cover*