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Baby Papyrus for evryone? Baby Papyrus for evryone. @spacegate​ I really like your fanfic and looking forward for the next chapter. Like really,  really, really! (Yep, that's my vocabulary, right there) PS:[Also I have seen your  FLUFF PROMPTS post , but English isn’t my first language and I have no idea what “prompt” is, so I don’t know if this post can be classified as one... Sorry.]

Check out what my cool lil sis made me for breakfast! I literally ate all my idols this morning. Plus she baked that random bunny muffin, but I like to think that it is the drank bunny from Grillby's. The knowledge that I just absorbed souls of Bill Cipher and Sans fill me with DETERMINATION!

And this is it, guys! This is the moment of my life when I have absolutely no clue about wtf am I doing. And to celebrate it here: have a quick underfell!Sans sketch that I did on my math class. Maybe I will digitalize (is that’s how you spell it?) it later. The main problem I’m having with digitalizing(?) something is that I don’t fucking now how to do that. I mean I have everything you need for it (like tablet) and still… So feel free to send me any tutorials you’d like. I’ll appreciate that very much.

most common thought: damn haha im going to have to deal with that sooner or later

CROWDED TRAIN RIDES

We save the most intense conversations

For the crowded train rides back home.

Not the same home. Not now. Not ever.

We stand in between the bustling crowd,

Look out the window and avoid each other's eyes

You hum under your breath, and I pretend I didn't hear it

We talk about the day in moments.

Ones that made us laugh, ones that felt grateful,

And then about the ones we didn't think the other would notice.

That brings a smile to your face,

So I crack open my otherwise dark heart just a little.

To let that light inside. You smile again, and I break again.

I tell you things I wouldn't tell you when we're alone

In the silence of an empty road where you can hear my voice break

So I find comfort in the crowd muffling out my pain.

The train stops, and you forget it's time.

It's time for you to get down, that it's time for us to reset.

We hug, you get down, and I watch you walk away.

One of these days will be our final train ride like this

Where we talk about us.

And we'll get down, go home. Not the same. Not ever.

But maybe one that's just as loved.

SCRIBBLE AND SCRATCH

With a cup of tea, a pen, and my book

I sat to write at my favorite nook.

Head filled with voices trying to get out,

And a heart humming with tunes of doubt.

I scribble, and scratch then my words fade,

As I suppress the thoughts that make me afraid.

So I go back to the books that give me relief.

To find my answers within someone else's grief.

There are many problems within these books.

And in that world, solutions aren't mine to look

Within worn-out, annotated, and yellow pages,

I forget my fright as I did for ages.

Soon I'm drawn back to my nook

Holding on to empty pages of the notebook

I scribble, and scratch but the words don't fade

For I've let my thoughts out of its shade.

Me

Hey all! For my first post I wanted to show an accurate representation of myself after hearing my friend rant about their kin list for the unteenth time. Just kidding, it would be me hitting my head against a wall. This is burnout!