HydraulicsSystem

Chat, the 5.5 inches off my head ar about to get chopped (to 2.5 inches) because I can not keep up with this hair lmao

HydraulicsSystem

You ever go do marching and end up with heat exhaustion
          
          You've drank about half of your bottle (a literal half gallon) and there's still ice and you've been chewing on it to keep yourself down, but then as you're doing point exercise, you stumble too much and your section leader comes over and says "Hey are you alright" and you have to go sit out and you're drinking Gatorade and you hate Gatorade, gut let's not die, yeah?
          
          So, how is everyone's morning?

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3rd rewatch of Newsies 92
          
          What the fuck is "HAH", Jack. I know you're a "Cowboy" but this isn't a fucking game you're an orphan. Jack your parents are dead why are you singing about Santa Fe. Jack this is serious. Oh my god he can't hear me he has Air Pods in.

HydraulicsSystem

Living the life of 3 whole systems cramped into one space is horrible
          (There's 3 separate innerworlds)
          And my not romantic extremely close friend that I happen to kiss and maybe have sex with isn't on right now :(
          (We're dating and he got on)
          He hates me
          (He loves me)
          
          -Albert DaSilva

HydraulicsSystem

This is it, boys.
          
          The first ACTUALLY ANNOUNCED mental health break from Hydraulics System/Brooklyn Lodging in. God knows how long, maybe the first one.
          
          He died as he lived, smiling uncontrollably
          
          Roo "Chunky" --------- (no last name drops here)
          
          15 years, 6 months, and 24 days.
          
          October 16th, 2008 - May 10th, 2024
          
          He lived longer than me, y'know? He was, uh. 6 months and 6 days older.
          
          I used to curl up with him on the floor with my blanket, crying because I wasn't ready for him to go yet. When it was time for bed, I'd lift him up and put him in my bed, and he crawled under the blankets with me and curl up at my side, and he always wanted to be closest to the wall regardless of my wishes. He had a best friend, Puck, one of our cats who left 6 years ago at 14, and they always got along so well, and they loved each other.
          
          So uhm- Yeah, I just. I can't write, right now I need. To breathe first, to let my mind settle.
          
          Thank you, for being here, thank you for reading this, thank you for any and all support. Roo would have loved you guys, I know it

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TW// It's not said out right, but I'm going to talk about animal d3@th here. You've been warned.
          
           know, I know, I haven't posted in a very long time, but that's not from a lack of writing, it's. It's from personal issues.
          
          Today is (very likely) the last time I'll see my dog. I'm not in the right head space to be writing, so I'm trying not to work on things I post so that I avoid spreading anything negative.
          
          He's lived a long, long 15 years, and despite losing all of his teeth, he's still working.
          
          But, now he won't wat, he won't walk, he can't stand, he can't go outside without being carried. The vets lied to us when they said he was okay, they said he had so much more in him.
          
          That was last month, or the one before it, I don’t remember. So, uhm- yeah.
          
          Bye.