joe the sequel

N-no! But—I don’t wanna—y-you cant—
*whines, anxiously looking around the foreign environment, expected to survive without Mama in this big, big world full of other tots*

H-hey! That’s not fair! You can’t just pawn me off to some other caretaker! Plus, they don’t even know what snacks I like or have my favorite plushies or anythin’…

anyways, hello bluesky!

here is my heavy, heavy heart on a platter.

do with it as you please.

i just needed to take a break for carrying my burdens.

thank you for listening, even if you didn’t.

the echoes of my in silence are solace enough at this point.

tomorrow, we keep fighting. 💜

nothing good comes from stagnation, and i have nothing with which to be complacent.

i march on until i find my holy grail.

or id even take a non-magical shiny solo cup at this point.

anything would be a victory.

if history is written by the victors, i will surely be forgotten.

it’s probably not the best for me to be lashing out at thin air as i am right now, but it’s all i can do.

i can’t scream or hit or sob or beg.

there is no one to listen at the moment, and that’s ok.

my heart is heavy. i just need to put it down for a second before i continue forwards.

i hate sitting here and being jealous of people able to find comfort. i want them to feel loved and comforted. it just always confuses me how there seems to be so much love in the world, yet it scarcely comes my way. any that i get i always try to return, but that doesn’t seem to matter.

and you might not think there’s a difference, but there is.

the former is passive, simply a state of being.

the latter is a feeling of once having something and some etherial force coming and snatching it from you.

just having one of those nights where everything feels wrong.

the right people are never there, the wrong ones always are. good things get twisted. medical professionals have let me down.
my heart, mind, and body can’t agree to anything.

i dont feel empty. i feel like i have been emptied.

I'm not sure it's worthwhile!

incredibly successful thrift haul on the search for gender-validating clothes today
also picked up some good haircare items for a good price
also also have an appointment to get my hair done this week

that's right, y'all
we in our self-expression era 💜

also, random but

WHERE IS MY HUSBAND! by RAYE is a fucking fantastic song

that's been the mental music hyperfixation as of late

stuck in a creative rut

have a lot of stuff i really wanna make headway on, but i just can't

i dunno if it's choice/task paralysis or what, but man it blows

a dnd campaign, a dnd oneshot, making music, making videos

i want to do them all and i can't bring myself to do one

anyone got any ideas?

hooray!
it’s my birthday! 🎉

him.

with the packers' loss tonight, the lafleur tenure should be over. he's a talented coach who can't control himself in the clutch. the harbaugh firing has set the tone across the league: stagnation is worth firing your coach. the packers have been in playoff purgatory for too long. it's time.

now that ive kinda laid out the groundwork for this page of mine, i ask the void and those inhabiting it temporarily: do you have any questions for me?

it’s an open q&a, but i reserve the right not to answer a question. i will happily respect your privacy—please respect mine as well. fire away!

will also say this space is likely not for the faint of heart.

im into some definitely...out there stuff. all ya gotta do is look at my replies.

if you’re willing to let that define my value, cool. don’t think i want you around.

i certainly think any person of any group or interest is valuable. 💜

gonna use this space as a place to just speak whats on my incredibly busy mind

even if no one sees, just getting stuff outta my brain is nice to do

expect stuff about some sports as well as mental health, identity, art, expression, and whatever other bs happens to be burdening me at any given time

well i guess my status is kind of a lie now, huh?

A-tier plushie selection here 💜

Hooray!

*hops into your arms*

Worff it…
Plus, plushies bettah den money anyways~

GAH—*kaboom*

…mph…
spellin’ an’ weadin’ are hawd…

…does I still gets a hug?

I am too smart to go back to pamps! I am pursuing goals that will allow myself to gain and maintain a solid cash flow! I can find no plausible way that going back to pamps would assist my pursuit of stability! But…hmm…a hug might assist my tasks! :)