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Pheo it was a bit of a word dump and things weren’t quite linear, but it was more going for a feeling rather than logic this time around I guess <3

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Shazz_ Its been a while since I watched Gumball but I might do it again in the future

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Shazz_ oh my gawd it’s like a shrine I love that

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Hi! I’m back! Kind of.
I know I’ve been offline for a while, but I’ve been really productive over the last month! I spent my last year at LSM (Lutheran Summer Music) Academy up in Northfield, MN and just got back on Sunday.

It was a bit of a bittersweet year, meeting up with friends across the country for the last time. At least for a while. I did some things differently this year, and I’m really glad I did. I was actually a vocal primary, and got into Jazz Ensemble as a vocalist in a trio. (We ended up doing Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy!)
This year the choir got to sing with Cantus on Stephen Paulus’ The Road Home, and I was part of a trio on the descant,
I made my roommate of 4 consecutive years and my mom cry with both my theater solo and my solo recital (Top of My School - Katherine Lynn Rose for theater, and Laurie’s Song from Aaron Copeland’s The Tenderland for solo recital), and it was great.

I should preface this section by saying that I am not a senior, but am rather going into my senior year.
(Also my roommate knows everybody and what year they’re going into, which is important.)
On the last Saturday, we sang ELW 880 (O God Beyond All Praising), which is a hymn set to Gustav Holst’s Jupiter, from his setting of The Planets, which is one of my favorite Holst works. However, this hymn also marks the day that we recognize our seniors.

The Dean of Students (love her) called people’s names, starting with first-year students, then second-years, third-years, so on. I was also just talking to my friends before that morning prayer had started about how they’re going to recognize seniors, and I don’t get that, because I’m not a senior, so when the Dean of Students finally finished listing the senior fourth-year students, she turned to look at me in the front row (already holding back tears because I knew almost all of the seniors), and said “I’m going to include you in this too.”
OKAY SO SHE HATES ME AND WANTS ME TO SOB MY EYES OUT.

ON THE TRAIN OF PEOPLE HATING ME AND WANTING ME DEAD AND SOBBING MY EYES OUT:
I vaguely mentioned something to my roommate, about how I wanted to get this one book that really meant a lot to me (The Boy, The Mole, The Fox, and The Horse by Charles Mackesy), and how I wanted to have people sign it and leave messages, but I couldn’t get one, so I was going to have people sign my shirt instead.
On that Saturday night, after the orchestra concert, he came up to me, and gave me that exact book, signed by my friends, other students I don’t even know, staff, and all sorts of people.

“To show you how loved you are here, and how much of an impact you’ve made, to those you don’t even know.”
Those were his words exactly when he gave it to me.

I read it that night, crying over countless signatures and messages on pages that mattered to me. Pages that I’ve had hanging on my wall since my first year in 2023, pages that I’ve had signed by friends and staff that I’ve known and loved for four years, and pages that make me cry just by looking at them and remembering the memories they hold.

I’m really excited for this upcoming year to show the growth I’ve gone through, and for this upcoming summer in 2027, for my overseas trip!

Tenna!! | 🟡🐙

I miss that kind of misery
The kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening
So I ask, am I just dreaming?
I love you so much that it’s dripping
Dripping from my arms and such
I’m sorry, I know I’m too much
To love, to trust, I’m nothing, but-
I miss that kind of misery
The kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening
So I ask, am I just dreaming?
You are what I could believe in
Since I have nobody else
I keep screaming, I keep breathing
It’s the living I can’t help
It’s the misery 'cause you can tell me
How much that you care
And I know it’s true but yet
You need to get me out your hair
Is what we have special?
What’s that mean?
Why can’t you choose me, is it greed?
This isn’t lust, no fairy dust, it’s blunt
It’s what you see
Misery in knowing I love you
And had to leave
The misery that I can’t shake
The misery I bleed
I miss that kind of misery
The kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening
So I ask, am I just dreaming?
But it’s real, that kind of misery
The kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening
So I ask, am I just dreaming?
Hurts to feel that kind of misery
The kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening
So I ask, am I just dreaming?
How to heal that kind of misery
The kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening
So I ask, am I just dreaming?
I miss that kind of misery
The kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening
So I ask, am I just dreaming?
God, I feel that kind of misery
The kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening
Why only in the evening?
'Cause I know that you care (I know that you care)
'Cause I swear it ain’t fair (I swear it ain’t fair)
I’ll slit my wrists and show you
I’ll dare to do anything
I love you, I love you, with everything
Hurts to feel that kind of misery
The kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening
So I ask, am I just dreaming?
How to heal that kind of misery
The kind where you are nice to me
The kind where you are nice to me
Sometimes, heal that kind of misery
The kind where you are nice to me
But only in the evening
So I wish that I was dreaming
But only in the evening, in the evening
God, I wish that I was dreaming
I miss that kind of misery

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Someone8448 hi, my little crackhead

Tenna!! | 🟡🐙

It’s okay, it’s okay
It’s okay, you’re okay
You lived a million years
You’ll make it through the day
Through the sun
And the rain
And the mud
And the clay
You lived a million years
Now look ahead to better days
You’re my rock
You’re my everything
My pet rock
I’d do anything
To see you smile again
And I don’t know when
It went wrong
I’m just glad we’re still friends
It’s okay, it’s okay
It’s okay, you’re okay
You lived a million years
You’ll make it through the day
Through the sun
And the rain
And the mud
And the clay
You lived a million years
Now look ahead to better days
I feel lost
Don’t know what to do
Is it my fault
That you feel it too?
I’d end it all
If it wasn’t true
You needed me
Like I need you

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Angiee😻 hey boo

Tenna!! | 🟡🐙

The original song (as seen in DELTARUNE CH5,) does not include vocals but instead plain lyrics as it did in “Raise up your bat!” from ch3.

Ten feet twenty, the Flower Man
Is waiting for the touch of his hand
Straightening petals out without a plan
Like the every daily
Wish that bothers the Flower Man
Could I do something to make him laugh
Inside my little chamber made of glass
So he lived the

Flower Man, Flower Man
With his heart in the sand
So he stands
To watch the whole wide world
From a can
Way up high in the sky
With the sun in his eyes
Ain’t it nice?
The life forever for
Flowers

Ten feet twenty, the Flower Man
Is waiting for the touch of his hand
Fallen to pieces still without a plan
Yet the every daily
Hope that powered the Flower Man
Would never cower off of its path
Even if broken I am more than glass
So he lived, the

Flower Man, Flower Man
With his heart in the sand
So he stands
To watch the whole wide world
From a can
Way up high in the sky
With the sun in your eyes
Ain’t it nice?
The life forever for
Flowers

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