So, I know that when you watch a video or whatever on social media the algorithm shows you more that are similar to what you've already seen. Right now on my feed, it appears that the far left is finding that cancel culture works both ways, and is not happy about it. I've got videos all over the place of mostly 20 something SJWs sobbing and wailing after supposedly losing their jobs because they posted video of themselves celebrating the Kirk shooting and/or posted absolutely vile comments on it, and someone sent screenshots to their employer. I'm not going to say watching them doesn't bring a warm fuzzy feeling to my withered black heart, but I wonder...these people are grown ass adults. Why would they throw a screaming tantrum over losing a job, especially considering they deserve far worse than unemployment? And if they were going to do that, why video it and post it online? What is there to gain from showing the internet their meltdowns? Back when I was that age, that would have been more like a mean-spirited prank a "friend" who didn't actually like you much might play on you than something you'd do yourself. I'm pretty sure a lot of these videos are about as real as Stephen King's apology, but again... To what end?

It seems a shadow of misfortune follows me. I've come to expect it: a fleeting moment of light is always chased away by a familiar storm, pulling me back under with brutal force. What truly unnerves me is the silence within. The emotional echo of these disasters has faded to nothing. I am a dry well—events that should summon a flood of tears now barely register. Is this resilience, or is it erosion? My psyche, to save itself, seems to have severed the wires, leaving me feeling like an spectator in my own tragicomedy, muttering, 'This can't be real.' I observe my life as through a thick, silent pane of glass. The impact is muted, the meaning distant. I am a curious stranger to my own apathy, asking, 'What happens when you simply have nothing left to feel?' Is this emptiness making me stronger, or is it the void before the collapse? I built these walls stone by stone for protection, but now they encircle me. They keep the world's anguish out. The question is no longer about weathering the storm, but whether I am fortified within a sanctuary, or entombed within a cell of my own making.

Feelings? Tf are those Only thing I wanna feel is what that Necro mouth do

Feeling kinda dirty. Feeling kinda mean. Hooked up a hot chick last night, turned out to be a drag queen.

Do you know that feeling when, after a good time, the world comes crashing down even harder than expected? I wish it were just the blues after one of the best times I've ever had, but somehow the shit just keeps piling up every day. Not only do I have a lot of work to do, but I also have to compensate for three people, and instead of support, I only get statements that downplay the actual workload, and I just end up angry, exhausted, and “done” with my job. On top of that, there is a current family disaster that I am currently unable to deal with mentally, so I am completely withdrawing. Unfortunately, it is so severe that it completely paralyzes me. I want to be there for my family, but I can't. My head is screaming to escape, but I don't know where to go anymore. With every breath I take, it feels as if the air is made of lead.

I've got that Friday night feeling and its not Friday. I chalk it up to wishful thinking.

I've go that Friday Night-Birthday Feeling. Bye Bye motherfuckers! I'll be back Monday!

I wanted to film new tiktok cosplay content during my vacation but so far it has been too hot for wearing wigs🥵 But I'm also feeling like I'm wasting my free time feeling bored right now...

Had been at this year's M'era Luna Festival germany and really had a blast again! 🖤 I met so many friendly familiar faces and also got to know new people :) Not sure about what I liked most about it: the bands, the people, the camp, or just the whole atmosphere. Do you know that clichéd feeling of teenage summer camp blues that is so exaggerated in the media? Those summer camps where everyone says, “Let's be friends forever”? I don't know, but that's exactly how I feel right now. As far as I'm concerned, the festival could easily last two days longer 😅 . I'm already looking forward to next year's festival! 🥰

Embrace the Storm I wrote a poem, which will become a future song, about my 15year partner PJ ♥️⬇️♥️ Embrace the Storm by XZanthia He doesn’t flinch when the lightning hits. He never asked me to dim. He just stood still while the sky cracked open and smiled like it was beautiful. He saw the fire in my chest and didn’t reach for water. He knew I wasn’t dangerous I was divine. He don’t compete, he completes He don’t crumble when the current heats While boys bail out, he’s building rafts While others fear, he laughs at collapse I shook the room, he didn’t blink I roared in rage, he made me think He knows how to hold without holding me back and that’s how you carry a queen’s heart intact To walk beside a powerful woman you don’t need chains you need courage Not armor, but honor Not silence, but space He never caged the lioness He never named me “too much” He simply looked and let me be until I let him see everything Powerful presence, patient, precise Protecting peace without a price Fire-fed, focused, feeling full He’s not afraid, I’m never dull He’s got thunder in his spine Steel in his silence Grace in his gaze and no trace of violence HE NEVER RAN FROM MY RAGE! HE NEVER NEEDED ME SMALL! HE HELD MY CHAOS IN HIS HANDS AND NEVER DROPPED ME AT ALL! Other men feared me He faced me Other men chased me He stayed When I shattered, he sharpened me When I wept, he witnessed me He didn’t want to fix the fire He wanted to feel it with me And maybe you think this song’s about you… Maybe you wish it could be But only a rare one gets written into fire like this. Real ones rise when her voice shakes the walls Real ones don’t shrink when the goddess calls If she’s the storm, he’s the ground beneath Still. Sure. Strong in belief. This ain’t fiction, it’s a fact You want a queen? Learn how to act Not to conquer, not to own But to honor her like a throne HE NEVER ASKED ME TO SHUT UP! NEVER ASKED ME TO SHRINK! HE TOOK MY FIRE AND FED IT!! I am the flame And he holds me I am the howl And he hears me I am the storm But he never tried to stop the rain He just stood With open hands And loves me without fear.