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Lethargy blocked me.



My heart is all a shatter.

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Lethargy
06:19 May 31 2015

You're staying that way too meanie!

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Gristle
06:20 May 31 2015

That was sassy. ;P



I'm going to tell my Coven Master on you.

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Lethargy
06:41 May 31 2015

Tell him I said to bring it on because I'm the baddest five hundred year old half dragon, half vampire, half demon spawned straight from the loins of Lilith herself, fathered by the devil, but I was raised during victorian era London, so I'm also a gentleman and oh my god, was that the full moon, brb, got to howl at it because I'm also 5/16ths werewolf.



Dude, I better stop before someone sues me for stealing their very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, very, generic profile content.



By the way I absolutely believe everything said in this comment, one hundred percent, it's true, it's in my blood, and I transform sometimes, physically, and I have eyes that change colors they're yellow when I'm happy, and red when I'm mad, and just black as all hell when I'm super pissed at people that try me on the Internet because I'm like the baddest bitch around and don't hurt my C0V3n m3mb3rzzzzzz!!! Roar!

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It's got me today, hands grasping my hair, whispering in my ear, souring my mouth.



I want to sleep through it,

I want to sleep through everything.

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paganwillow
01:02 May 29 2015

and never wake up hey !

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It's absolutely lovely to have new Coven Members.

After years I think I finally feel secure in non-romantic relationships with other people, again.

It has taken me so long to feel comfortable and steady, and honestly, I feel like crying about it.

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Lethargy
00:34 May 27 2015

Sometimes crying is a positive thing. Go for it. You've grown as a person. I think you're great.

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It is such a weird experience to see someone act in a way completely different to what you have previously known of them.

It's like diving into a cold lake.

I think of it like an old lover, poisonous, toxic, addictive.

I think of it like an old friend, warm, comforting, caring.

I think of it like a monster, slithering, snaking, screaming.

I think of it like a separate being, something other, something different.



It comforts me at night, it sleeps with me, curled up under the blankets with my kitten and myself. It encourages, uplifts and empowers me to do the extra circuit, swim the extra mile, the smaller plate.

It cheers me on, tears me down, whispers sweet nothings in my ear, sends shivers of fear down my back.

It is always there, lurking like a shadow, like a ghost, like some cloud over my head, bending my back, withering my skin, thinning my blood.



It's always here for me. Always here.



And I love it and hate it, in varying degrees. It's my companion, my reminder, my champion, my fighter, my torturer, my jailer, my addiction.

People that complain about me asking them to resize their stamps make no sense.

You could just, I don't know, use a decent size stamp in the first place so people don't feel the need to ask you to edit it. And considering it takes any half-savvy person 60 seconds or less to resize an image... it's not like I asked them to write down the square root of pi in under 20 seconds, to 75 decimal places.



Considering some of the incredibly passive aggressive messages I get in return, when I'm perfectly polite, it makes me think that... the people with huge stamps are just morons.



Does. Not. Surprise. Me.

It calls to you from the mirrors, magazines and media, it seduces you with imagined imagery, a siren song of beautiful promises obscuring a dangerous and treacherous ocean.



It whispers in your ear like an old lover, it warms you and gives you meaning, passion and desire, burning wildfires of hope.



It eats at your skin, decays your teeth, scars your hands, turns food to ashes, skin to paper, feverishly clinging to you.



You belong to it.

It belongs to you.

You are it and it is you.

There is no "it",

there is only "me".