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i'm fixing bad posts and making them good posts!

@fixing-bad-posts / fixing-bad-posts.tumblr.com

i’ll never shut up. i hope you find peace.

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not now kitten daddy's making black out poetry of posts made by Twitter men whining about how they 13 year old character they had no interest in is no longer trap fetish material oh how sad

tagging @fixing-bad-posts because I am in fact doing exactly that

[Image description: A tumblr post, edited blackout-poetry style to read, "This is how Bridget looked in Strive. I just sigh every time I see this awesomeness . Y'all just... y'all just don't understand, Tumblr. Bridget cool. solid story arc, updated gameplay, and, again, a rockin' design. Ishiwatari-san sold his soul and made trans mainstream spotlight and appeal Guilty Gear really needed. It frickin' worked."]

after running this blog since 2021 i have decided to quit this whole shit. yesterday i was visited by the ghost of henry the 8th who convinced me to abandon everything and get into crypto trading. after a life changing TED talk by the late monarch, i’ve decided to host a violent melee to determine the new mod of this place. i’ll turn the entire thing over to the winner. sign up here for details!

Spiritual Affiliation: N/A

This is the only timeline / that exists. The only version / of you. A year ago you / did not receive the phone / call carrying the worst news / of your life and you did not sit / weeping on your kitchen floor / and you did not spend / half a year shrinking / in on yourself—an intimate / implosion. Instead, // that day, you / made dinner and / woke up the next day and / kissed your sleeping lover / good morning. And / on your way to work the / bus you rode careened / off of the road into a ditch and / you died / instantly / with your neck cracked / across a yellow bus pole. // My love, there is no life / that was stolen from you, / no better year / than this last. / You are here because / every other version of you / died. / Young and beautiful, but still / they died.

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