on tracks of never-ending light

i still believe that you were a reason to fight for

made in flickuboy module of flickgame

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i don’t know, i took this from the concept where as kids we’re taught so badly to believe (in living? in a deity? in a cause?)

it starts years later with the burden of reality comes
when all those things click into place
a lost vcr played in an existential bout
i still believe that maybe i fought for something
maybe it could have started earlier if the *click* came about never with them at all. i think that’s the way it would have worked, like — if they hadn’t pushed me to know about it i would have discovered myself.
[like how it’s better for some ideals to just never be in your life]

it’s a bad night


summer song sorter

a little experimental fall out boy song sorter & lyrics searching majigy. made for practice with listJS and will fix in the future because it is currently an atrocity.

–currently has futct, ioh & fad

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‘s refreshin for a journal update

the day after

a girl dies.

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i’ve always fantasized about an epic story akin to this. i can’t remember how many nights had me waking in cold sweats, theorizing about my death — not a revenge fantasy, but rather a means to see who cared. we want to know the aftermath to so many things whose death should not be known. we romanticize the crumbling of the earth and envision it long after we are gone, apocalypse stories of our own demise and whatnot what-ifs; but this one, it always goes back to the cold corner of the room. thinking that it’s not worth it just because i won’t get to see the finale

maybe there’s a glimmer of hope when every single time i think it’s a decent story. not a beautiful one filled with appraisal or respect, but one where just one person billows out, not a testament to the truth repeated on turnstiles beyond them. it’s never a bad death, infatuation with the gore and grime and the ashen pale that lies after; it’s imperfect — but rightfully so.