Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

Saw ur post about weird things you know about Dick, got anymore?

Ha, okay. Just little characterization/fun fact things. 

Dick isn’t a fan of Alfred’s cucumber sandwiches. 

...like consistently, not a fan lol. 

Dick also doesn’t like cranberry muffins! 

But one of his favorite Alfred dishes is crab stuffed mushrooms (weirdo). 

Dick likes to watch nature documentaries to relax...and as a result he knows a lot of random animal fun facts. 

He really overthinks mystery tv lol...even Scooby-doo (which he apparently has watched with the Titans/Wally before lol? cute).

Dick uses fancy English Dunhill aftershave, which might be why he has that reputation for smelling good haha? Thank Alfred for that peeps. 

Dick tends to have trouble making his home feel like home. He keeps very busy and doesn’t usually care about stuff, so that translates into very minimal decoration...or not even removing his stuff from storage/boxes without some cajoling. 

though once he does finally decorate lol, it does tend to be very sentimental, meaningful items pretty much exclusively (ie family photos, flying grayson poster, etc.)

And he likes mint chocolate chip ice cream according to @hood-ex! I have no idea where that is from but I love it. 

I think that’s all I feel like doing for now. Maybe I’ll add some more later, idk. Or other people could add little details too. 

With or without OCD, this cannot be good for people's mental health. You're not the singular force that makes the world go around, sometimes it's okay to just exist, to just take things at face value. Guilt tripping people, labeling them as bad, most of what that does is put people down, make them doubt themselves and their surroundings, and can cause people to spiral.

tumblr: constantly be aware of your own privilege. constantly be aware of your capacity of be evil. hey i know you really like that new piece of media but make sure you're aware of all of the problematic elements all the time. hey i noticed you reblogged a post from a designated Bad Person so please make sure you do a thorough background check on everyone you reblog from to make sure they're not bad, otherwise people might get the wrong idea about you. always be aware of everything bad that's happening in the world all the time because silence is violence. i see you not reblogging this post btw. activist burnout is a privilege so be aware of that. xyz people are required to reblog this post. if you're not constantly fighting against designated Bad People you are inherently complicit and therefore a Bad Person.

people with ocd:

To The People I Pass On The Train At Night - Jordan Bolton

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Why

Why do we jump

Before we can see

Why do we fly

Before we can leap

Why take the risk

If all we will see

Is the rushing reality

Of all those lost dreams?

Sometimes I like to stare into the face of death.

It awakens a part of me I'd typically rather stay hidden.

A part of me that wishes I was in it's place,

Rotting away slowly,

Unaware of my body as it withers away,

Becoming one with the earth

as I'm somewhere on the other side.

Yippee another joint poem with Autumn :D WE KNOW ITS LIKE EDGELORD WORTHY AND NOT GREAT BUT LIKE SEE THE VISION 😭

Canvas

We are artists; we bleed our pain on paper

With our bones as tools, our sculptures we taper

Gouging at ourselves with each new gentle stroke we create, not resting until our darkest thoughts we’re able to articulate

We’re the vessel that brings to life our muse

That, we cannot choose

Art is as addicting as booze, disgusting, but a habit

And alike, our fate is definite

Forever doomed to be societies deficit

(Teehee felt silly)

I sit here in my barrel

The world spins on and on

Put the wood atop me

As I try to hold on

As it shakes and spins, and batters me so

Put the lid atop me, so none of it can show

Hide me in the hole at night

So I can no longer see

The world that spins around me

As I try to fall asleep

I wish the storm would get me

And ceise it's fierce goodbye

For as it tatters onwards

My flag can no longer fly

Late nights and Would you rathers