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HII !! ^_^ IM GOING TO THE NORTHERN TERRITORY IN 2 DAYS
@fvrluci WOAHHHHH OMG SICK MAN I’m somewhere right now for holidays too (or at least I think y’all would be on holidays too atm, right?) hheehe :33
Just came back from TADC 9 in theatres…
No spoilers :3
ITS WINTER.
I love Winger
…
Also I just did my whole H-ASS ass-ignment in 5 hours so I hope I get good grades on that lol.
@ASimpCard2763 BRO U LOCKEF IN !! ugh I hate winter wdym I had to get dressed when it was SIX DEGREEESS
what is going on with Pressure devs…
I’m gonna explode.
I would love to backhand this one person in my grade so badly but I can’ttttt.
I’m gonna throw hands mentally ig.
Fighting fire with water, hooray.
LET TADC:TLA COME TO AUSTRALIA
PLEASE
I’LL PAY ANYTHING
Cutting up and sewing on bits and pieces of an old red shirt to look like Shrimpo.
Or to cosplay him.
Idk.
All I do know is that this is kinda a challenge, since I’ve never sewed in my life; I’ve never even touched a needle & thread.
I hope it looks good though, ‘cause I know it’ll become part of my favourite shirt pile :3
I’m bored
Life’s so boring atm man </3
MY WELLBEING TEACHER KNOWS I WRITE FANFICTION.
ABORT
ABORT
ABORT
Vent poetry </3 Don’t read if uncomfortable, or you hate poetry.
I’m starting to hate the colour Red.
Why can’t it leave me alone.
When I focus on the rest of the palette, I don’t really notice it’s there.
Yet it is, haunting every day.
A haunting, shadow presence over my head.
Until it engulfs me again.
Each time deeper into the ravines.
Each time it feels more horrible to mess up the perfect clean surface.
Each time leaving a stain much harder to scrub out than the last.
It turns my white sleeves pink.
It leaves my head swirling.
Until that Rainbow heaves me out again onto wobbly ground.
That Rainbow with no sight of red.
And I recognise the world again. I feel lighter.
But still empty. Apathetic.
Because I know that Red is still part of the Rainbow.
Light reflects all colour.
And when the light eventually refracts off the raindrops at the right angle.
Red will be there, haunting and lingering.
Eager to one day drown me again.
To succeed.
Because Red is determination. Red is bold.
Red is stubborn.
And I hate stubborn people.