todoisms

it’s officially september second, meaning it’s my birthday!! :3

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 17th september 2025, wednesday ] 
          
          broken fury, dead incitement, delirium stitched in emotions. yearning winds, fanning destructions, branches that bury their homelands. 
          
          systemic disorientations, horrors owed to joys that bleed. mysterious differences, confusions constructed, alarms that ring but souls that refuse to awaken. 
          
          blaring conquerors, forgotten tunnels, coffee cooling beside unmade dread. thrumming fingertips, raging purposes, metamorphosis: humans crawling, carrying everyday banters. 
          
          the sun with a thousand eyes, the night with hidden crimes, feathers drowned in poet's ink. sorrows of lyrics, wings lost in the blue, life that feeds one melancholy, souls distilling it into hope. 
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adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 09th september 2025, tuesday ] 
          
          a round table, 
          a conference of triangles, 
          fortitude or servitude?
          a decision to be sought. 
          pages of emotions 
          and binders of spiral thoughts, 
          moon's decorum splintered
          in the group aubade. 
          
          hollowed warrior first, 
          stepped and stood upon, 
          soundless glare
          with edges bruised. 
          happiness arid, 
          interrogation drying, 
          forts and castles 
          over murdered merits.
          and then a joy—
          foreign and known—
          repenting its birth. 
          
          mind of the crumbs, 
          heart of the loaves.
          no trek can trample
          the path of a trickster. 
          a lone chill, a surrounded cry, 
          traces of impulses
          in the fireplace of life. 
          
          a wardrobe of escape, 
          mumbling telephones.
          rotten tales and
          tatters of the pretenders. 
          guests excused, 
          world locked-up, 
          and again—
          the uncaring rouse
          protects to betray.
          the sky of memory 
          chokes
          the birds of today,
            like fluttering sage. 
          oh souls of flesh, 
          how similar are thoust— 
          from one to another— 
          you migrate in your palm. 
           #adropofhumanity 

-sugarpetals

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAYYY

-sugarpetals

HERE’S YOUR BDAY CAKE… 
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-sugarpetals

YOU DESERVE NO LESS!!
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HAVE THE BEST DAY EVER ML
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todoisms

my birthday is tomorrow and three of my oomfs have made me edits of my yumeships and three more that i know of (there’s a fourth one i don’t know..) are planning on making me edits of my yumeships.. i love my yume oomfs sm i’m being fed so good /pos /gen

adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 01st september, 2025 — monday] 
          
          words plated in heirlooms, heavy with light,
          tinkling cuts, dazzling wounds —
          weaponry forged from childhood gloom,
          wars cradled in a mother’s stolen womb. 
          
          windmills bow above folded clothes,
          grandmother’s peach crumble cooling on the sill.
          cottages lean, tethered with ghosts —
          growth a gamble, memory the wager. 
          
          tender hearts rest in greasy hands,
          coloured proses, begotten rhyme.
          measuring the gaps of fleeting hours,
          tidy rooms against the storm of rest. 
          
          roads of chemicals, an age of hearts,
          souls displaced, refugees of home.
          effervescence rushes, skeletons mist-bound —
          a tale as old as precedents. 
          
          labyrinthine dashes, nuance permitted,
          olives of faith, olives betrayed.
          a marathon — glass slippers sublime —
          and all of life becomes a floor for dancing,
          a garden for incitement,
          a bloom pressed against time. 
           #adropofhumanity 

adropofhumanity

a token of kindness [ 24th august, 2025 — sunday ] 
          
          where comes the chaos? soar and sin, the culprit,
          from the lodging inns. surrendered and sought,
          beavering, bold— a little of the timid, a lot of the known. 
          
          swinging with pride, doors left unknocked,
          a guest invited under intoxication’s hold.
          forging, jeopardising, guided by homely apple-pie servings; bruised words swept beneath the rug of humility. 
          
          barks and bellows, odours, open wounds,
          entangled chairs and a single creaking move.
          whisper, then wait, tremors that carry
          a mouth of screams— beginning and dying
          in a parched throat. 
          
          kalopsia and kites— a guest like ropeburn,
          pricking like wine. mindful maps, mindless routes,
          sanctuaries like lies that bury the truth.
          shadows stumble, shoes fade—
          a blessing strikes a menace, transforming a paper cut into a prayer. 
           #adropofhumanity 

adropofhumanity

a token of kindness [ 18th august 2025, monday ] 
          
          "green and gold, bumblebees and blooms, notorious affairs of the innocent homes; half of wounds are entombed in windy trails, while the remaining lie maimed in terraces aged. 
          
          eye and a wisdom tooth, bear and tear, wavelets of death caressing the feeble veil; garbled silences in pictures hung, hung were the joys of the crusted youth. keepsakes assignable, september — a bright shy; one step of risk, one step of ice. 
          
          cliffs and cuts that swallow the shore, earth is an art with its slinky tides and falling feathers; rhythm and rhyme mold the blood, like granules of sand that recognise a home in your skin. 
          
           liquor and tea, a prison and a poison; every scream becomes a rotten whisper. quite a wonder, the heart one carries with pride, the same which injures the soul — punished with suffocation behind clasping ribs, where it beats and beats, severing its rest."
           #adropofhumanity 

todoisms

hai guys!! i know i don’t come on my main a lot buuutt if you like rarepairs / ships in general w/o openly hating on other ships, i have a shipping server!! i’m the owner of it.. everyone is welcome to join :3 just let me know if you’d like to and i’ll send the link in the comments!

todoisms

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i love being home for less than a week and already i’m getting lectures about how i could be “better” and “more helpful” while there are fucking double standards with my brothers because my mom never fucking sees them anymore because they’re downstairs. and they don’t unload the fucking dishwasher — they leave their fucking dishes in the sink when it isn’t run and leave ME to get in trouble because i’m supposed to fucking pick up after them now?? am i a fucking MAID now? what am i supposed to fucking do, check the sink every fucking hour to make sure there aren’t fucking DISHES BECAUSE IT’S NOT THEM WHO WILL GET IN TROUBLE FOR IT NOT BEING RUN OR IT BEING DIRTY, IT’S FUCKING ME.
          
          it’s always fucking me. after i fucking checked it and it was dirty and wasn’t run, she blamed it on ME because i put the dirty dishes I FUCKING SAW in the dishwasher. but that’s not GOOD ENOUGH, BECAUSE MORE FUCKING DISHES SHOWED UP AND I GUESS THAT WAS MY FUCKING FAULT TOO.
          
          what am i supposed to fucking do. follow someone into the kitchen whenever i see them and put away their fucking dish if they leave one in the sink? why is that MY FAULT?
          
          i’m so fucking done. i’m so fucking pathetic.