As always, I hate having my period

Feb. 10th, 2026 09:25 am
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Cut for poop )

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Name: sewagelag00n. Sewa for short.  

Age: 20 

I mostly post about: My daily life, some stuff about my hexperiences regarding "mental health"/Madness. Occasionally I'll talk about media I've been into. 

My hobbies are: Selfshipping! DIY alternative fashion, customizing clothes & making jewelry. Ballet. Writing & art. Doll collecting. Soft toys. 

My fandoms are: Some Sword/Some Play (18+)! A very obscure little game that I love so much I've basically adopted one of the characters as my OC. Please I am so abnormal about these lesbians. Longtime Vocaloid fan, I think I'm coming up on 9 years now. I love Hatsune Miku (she's literally me) and recently Teto SynthV has captured my heart. Recently got back into FNaF (my favorite is Mangle!). Very normal about Neon Genesis Evangelion. Huge music nerd: love digital hardcore like Ada Rook, but also into stuff under the goth umbrella, industrial, shoegaze, new wave... I like a little bit of everything. I also love Emilie Autumn, Machine Girl, Nashimoto Ui, Chelsea Wolfe, and femtanyl. 

I'm looking to meet people who: Honestly, just looking for more interaction. People who post regularly and will comment on my posts. 

My posting schedule tends to be: Every couple of days, but sometimes I take a week off. 

When I add people, my dealbreakers are: Those who follow Abrahamic religions. I am a staunch antitheist. I do have religious friends, I don’t blanket hate all religious people, but it is a turnoff. I am more receptive to other religious/spiritual people. Transmisogynists, racists, sanists, homophobes, other bigots. 

Before adding me, you should know: My blog is very much 18+ and viewer discretion advised because I am into a lot of dark and sexual things. I am Mad and hexperience things like plurality (one of my alters sometimes posts on this account too) and self-harm and intense mood swings. I am very critical of the psychiatric system. I am polyamorous and have 3 real-life partners and a whole host of fictional ones. 

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Feb. 9th, 2026 03:01 pm
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Had some cinnamon tea, did a whole bunch of laundry, took out the garbage and did some other cleaning up. I'm really worn out.

I was listening to an audiodrama

Feb. 9th, 2026 10:47 am
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(Mission Rejected, if you're curious)

and they took the time at the start of the most recent episode to talk about a charity in Minnesota that will bring food safely to people. I don't have the name of the charity, it's not on their website right now.

But what really struck me is that they spent a few minutes on this and never once mentioned or even alluded to why some people might need food to be delivered safely.

I'm not sure what I think about that, but I'm sure I don't like it much.

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Is it just me?

Feb. 9th, 2026 10:47 am
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Or is something up with the create entry page?

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Feb. 8th, 2026 08:58 am
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I'm going to go out to get a hero for lunch later today at Ike's.

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Feb. 7th, 2026 05:51 pm
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Got my cell phone fixed and it didn't cost me a penny. Had a great conversation with a friend, had a few drinks at this cool wine bar in my neighborhood, I'm happy.

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Feb. 7th, 2026 06:29 pm
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(Putting this here since I do not trust the critical thinking and literacy skills on the other platforms I generally post art in.)


discussion of current events and difficult artwork topics under the cut )

The Dreamer by Dulcie Deamer

Feb. 7th, 2026 08:48 am
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The wave yearns at the cliff foot: its pale arms
        Reach upward and relapse, like down-dropped hands;
The baffled tides slip backward evermore,
        And a long sighing murmurs round the sands . . .

My heart is as the wave that lifts and falls:
       Tall is the cliff—oh! tall as that dim star
That crowns its summit hidden in a cloud—
       Tall as the dark and holy heavens are.

The sad strange wreckage of full many ships
        Burdens the bitter waters’ ebb and flow:
Gold diadems, like slowly falling flames,
        Lighten the restless emerald gulfs below;

And withered blossoms float, and silken webs,
        And pallid faces framed in wide-spread hair,
And bubble-globes that seethe with peacock hues,
        And jewelled hands, half-open, cold and fair.

Sea creatures move beneath: their swift sleek touch
       Begets sweet madness and unworthy fire—
Scaled women—triton-things, whose dark seal eyes
        Are hot and bloodshot with a man’s desire.

Their strange arms clasp: the sea-pulse in their veins
       Beats like the surf of the immortal sea—
Strong, glad and soulless: elemental joys
       Bathe with green flame the sinking soul of me.

Downward and down—to passionate purple looms,
        Athrill with thought-free, blurred, insatiate life,
Where the slow-throbbing sea-flow sways like weed
        Dim figures blended in an amorous strife—

I am enclasped, I sink; but the wave lifts,
        With all its freight of treasure and of death,
In sullen foamless yearning towards the height
        Where the star burns above the vapour-wreath;

And a deep sob goes up, and all the caves
        Are filled with mourning and a sorrow-sound.
The green fire fades: I rise: I see the star—
        Gone are the triton arms that clipped me round.

Hope beats like some lost bird against the cliff—
        The granite cliff above the burdened wave,
Whose fleeting riches are more desolate
        Than gems dust-mingled in a nameless grave . . .

When all the wordless thirsts of Time are slaked,
        And all Earth’s yearning hungers sweetly fed,
And the Sea’s grief is stilled, and the Wind’s cry,
        And Day and Night clasp on one glowing bed—

Oh! in that hour shall clay and flame be blent—
        Love find its perfect lover, breast on breast—
When dream and dreamer at the last are one,
        And joy is folded in the arms of jest.


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That's a pretty good show, although she ruined it by guessing all the plot twists.

Teensy spoiler for second season )

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