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h̳a̳p̳p̳y̳ ̳y̳o̳u̳ ̳e̳x̳i̳s̳t̳

Something magnificent has happened between me and the other half. I can't explain with words how incredible it feels to understand and to be understood. I've been searching so long for someone with a true purity, someone who could break though the ceiling that contains us and meet me there. I, the one deemed a cynic, I the one always leaving, I, the one never satisified, I, am in love. Sort of quickly, strangely and so so far away from the other half and it couldn't change a thing. I could always forget that I knew a person, a person that I knew held me without value in their head, I could forget them and swiflty walk back to my solitary space of comfort. This time, this is much different than the rest, I can't fathom forgetting that we've met, forgetting that we've spoken, at a time where I had completely lost faith in most things including myself. Even the idea of marriage and settling wouldn't be so bad if this person had wished it with me. Feeling like a long drawn out dream, they must not be real, if they are then, it must be fate somehow that we end up together. I know this might be cruel to put on any pressure but I can't help the pull I feel towards the other half. They are nothing short of everything I have ever wished for in a human being. I have yet to find dissapointment in any manner. Yet to feel that familair disgust arise when true intentions are exposed. We are more than any branch term of a friend or of a lover or of anything at all. No matter what we call it, we've achieved it, we've posessed it. The floating infinite feeling wide enough for both of us. It's real, it exists!

『s』『i』『m』『p』『l』『e』 『w』『i』『s』『h』『e』『s』

i only want people to understand what it has been like to float in the void like I have. sick of pretending im not who i am. sick of days passing, plans being made, the idea of me slowly converting into someone im not. the feelings of dissapointment will be obvious. i dont mind if im far away. shouldnt have said anything about it. i know how youd feel. sorry.

𝚊𝚖 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜

holy shit im really doing this?!

LINGER!

do you have to? let it linger? I want everything this time, this time I am going to pursue it with my entire heart and ignore any doubt I have. It's real and so frequent that I feel these things since we have begun to speak. I might be writing about us here too much. I can't go back to my doomer writings completely, at least not now. I think, I might be in a very happy place in my life now that there is something that I can understand, something we both can understand. The ether is real, only we understand the ether. I could speak all day about this and I'm sure there's noone who would understand it. Small things mean the world and we don't have to hide anything at all. I'm not afraid right now and I feel no paranoia for the future. There's no reason to be silent right now, I feel comfortable here in this moment, floating together with him. These entries are becoming romantic now, gross! Bare with me on this, still can't believe something like this exists.

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Any basis of idea outside the universal truths and obvious boundaries of our society, should not be forcingly embedded into a person or persons. Try your hardest to avoid this cancerous attack on your ability to think analytically, become {god} and let the \sheep\ flock to the darker corners of the world, dressed in their cultish colors. short animation on this, coming soon

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won't ever let you go now. won't ever be the same.

₮ł₥Ɇ ₥ØVł₦₲ ₴ⱠØ₩ⱠɎ

Inside it's quiet. How can people hear what isn't there? The one who is precious to me, understands it all without words.

b e n d

Do we ever truly feel what we feel? A corrupted, slithering, sly emotion, waiting for our permission to explode into a million more moments with you- and you allowed it to? This way nothing is real, this way nothing is honest. We, are the ones binding, the ones lying, the ones who are eternally grasping and reaching. We are {much} too active! Inside. our minds race and pound and for a simple being living in this world, contain it contain it. Free from all of the good thoughts or free from all of the bad, we force it. A temperature that we can't be sure of, the unknown boundaries and empty shouting walls, they try and conceal us in their extensive arms. I want to beam within them.

Ⓑⓐⓒⓚⓛⓞⓖ

It's all moving in cycles all of it. I recognize this thing and that thing, from the world over there.....the world that I left. So then, everything must make more sense now, now that I know nothing is special or different. It's all like those times, landing in the same spot. That familiar feeling of dissapointment could only be there if i forgot about those other times. Seems I have tried to put it behind me. Put it all in front, remember it, don't forget it. You'll forget what was so terrible, so horrible, so consuming about it. Keep thinking about the lightness and keep thinking about the darkness, these are the tops and bottoms of the boundary.

ₛᵤₙdₐy

Well it's all okay anyways. All of the things that happen will happen, take yourself out of it. Just run on play and ignore all of the other trains of thought, lose yourself on the outside not the inside. Things just occur then. We all just occured.

ᑢᖻᒪᓰᑢ ᘻᓍᐺᘿ

ɓuıʞuıɥʇ doʇs 'ɓuıʞuıɥʇ doʇs -ǝʌoɯ noʎ sɐ sʇuıɐɹʇsuoɔ ǝɥʇ dn uǝʇɥɓıʇ -ǝɹoɟǝq pɐɥ noʎ ɓuılǝǝɟ pıdnʇs ǝɥʇ ʎɐʍɐ ɥsıʍ 'spɹoɥɔ ɓuıɯɐlɟ llɐɯs puɐ ǝɹıɟ

clock

sure I think about clocks sometimes, why do you ask? time

Ⴆʅαƈƙ ραρҽɾ ɯιɳɠʂ

༒†༒ I'ᗰ ᔕEEIᑎG TᕼIᔕ ᗷᒪᗩᑕK ᗰᗩᔕᔕ Iᑎ Oᑌᖇ ᗯOᖇᒪᗪ, ᗯITᕼ GIGᗩᑎTIᑕ ᑕᖇOᔕᔕEᔕ Oᖴ ᗪEᗩTᕼ ᗩᖇᑕᕼIᑎG OᐯEᖇ IT ᗩᑎᗪ ᑭᗩᑭEᖇᔕ- EᐯEᖇYᗯᕼEᖇE. ༒†༒

subterranean

This whole thing has me covered in mud

[̲̅w][̲̅e][̲̅i][̲̅g][̲̅h][̲̅t]

𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚠.

ҍմɾղʂ

𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲.

f a e n

Thy border has returned to shed its sanctified skin, rushing into hidden pieces of purity- I have returned with the head of the f a t h e r. The cold is getting colder now and I must say, I love it quite much. I have seen some hooded beings lurking around while I sleep, I am unsure of how to purge them

crippled crown

A shadow in the foreground and the light of god shines from behind the mountains to blind the field of mice. Why hath thy lord betray these children?

death star:::

circling in the boundary, I did what I wanted did I not? and who has the words to defy my will? who has the eyes to doubt what they see?