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 "It doesn't matter if I didn't mean to. I still did it." ✘ - ✘ - ✘ - ✘ - ϟ - ∅ - ⊗ - ∴ - ∆ - ⋙ - ✘ - ✘ - ✘ - ✘ [artist] | Finds his ground on the vinyl floor When ghosts amble into the grocery store Keep it light, be strong Keep it together and carry on Sometimes the corners of his eyes will cheat And imagine someone sleeping in the passenger seat He'll pull over and he'll breathe all wrong Escaping the nausea as he tumbles into the open And in the dead of spring When the heat begins to sing He'll spend all night by windowsills On guard for anything What's the point If oracles with visions can bleed out Just like the next man? What’s the point in hiding? All I've got are smoky rooms and issues And around eighty seven nightmares All I've got are catalysts and horrors Like the world has never seen All I've got are coffee mugs and mirrors and halls And survivor's guilt So tell me: what's the point in hiding? They’re just gonna find me.” |
| ⊗ TIM WRIGHT ⊗ |
| It's a disease. You see how this spreads. If there's someone left you have to kill them. And then yourself. |
| When Entry #87 was at last uploaded to the Marble Hornets YouTube channel, Tim had nurtured the fleeting hope that he could finally be done with the problems that had plagued every step of his waking life. A fool's hope, he would learn, as no more than two months later, he found himself stirring awake in the Castle in the Mist, fighting another god's war between the light and the dark. In his brief tenure in Sol Raveh, Tim would garner the impression that he's done more harm, in the long run, than he has good. His last act was attempting to ease another's way, and dying because of it. He does not blame them; given the road he'd been traveling down back home, such an end would be inevitable. As it happens, it was not - for he would awaken one day in the archipelago of LifeAftr, alive once more. Unfortunately. With a lifetime of faulty medical history, in and out of hospitals for most of his childhood, constantly stalked by the rake-thin, faceless entity known as the Operator, Tim remains under the impression that he has only ever hurt those with whom he's come into contact. Alex Kralie's parting words still linger in the back of his head - that he is the source of the Operator's presence, that he heralds Its influence, and that none of Its machinations will end until Tim himself is dead. Cursed from the cradle, broken from the womb, all he can do is hope that in LifeAftr, perhaps there's a chance he can minimize the damage he has the potential to do. Or maybe that, too, will be a fool's hope in the end. |
∴ home | ₪ elsewhere | ♥ friend | 〷 complicated | ∆ mistrust | ✔ trusted | ||
| ✘ hate | ⨁ protect | ¿ uncertain | ★ acquaintance | ☍ sorry | ♡ resonance | ||
| ⋙ afraid | ϟ dangerous | λ knows | ∅ kill | ⊗ infected | ❱ avoidance |
shouto todoroki ⊗ my hero academia
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[artist]
This one's for the lonely, the one's that seek and find
Only to be let down time after time
This one's for the torn down, the experts at the fall
Come on friends, get up now
You're not alone at all
This one's for the faithless, the ones that are surprised
They're only where they are now regardless of their fight
This one's for believing if only for it's sake
Come on, friends, get up now
Love is to be made
It comes and goes in waves, I
Am only led to wonder why
It comes in goes in waves, I
Am only led to wonder why
Why I, why I try
This is for the ones who stand
For the ones who try again
For the ones who need a hand
For the ones who think they can
It comes and goes in waves, I
Am only led to wonder why
It comes and goes in waves, I
Am only led to wonder why
Why I, why, why I try
The problem becomes breaching those questions in a way that isn't invasive...or simply waiting things out until the kid feels safe enough to open up of his own accord.
Given Tim's own tendencies, he's willing to be patient enough for the later.