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im obsessed with the police officer interaction.

"good to see you again kian, youre the coolest. wink."

"ah haha. finger guns."

"Don't Go Too Far." <- slightly different accent

IM SUFFERING BECAUSE THIS

IS WHAT POPS UP WHENEVER I TRY RO VERIFY MY EMAIL

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

That moment when you finally update Tumblr and it unverifies your email...

Plz help, I can't talk to you like this ;-;

KANSKSNSHS HI AGAIN OMG- ITS BEEN AWHILE- HOW ARE YOU

“Hey, peeps,” Xisuma said as he strolled into the room, “Anyone know what ‘rizz’ is supposed to mean? I saw one of the kids in the hub use it in chat and I’m a little lost.”

Jevin, sitting in the corner snacking on a cinderblock, visibly cringed.

“Shishwammy! I thought I knew you better! You know exactly what that means. Or do we have to talk about the parrots and the bats again?” Keralis pretended to look scandalized, and Xisuma rolled his eyes.

“No, Keralis, this one starts with an “R.” Anyway, does anyone know?”

“Is it like dabbing? Or updog? That was the fad last week, I think.” Joe called, barely glancing up from his book.

“No, no, no! Dabbing never went outta style. Hang on, lemme ask the weird people on the birdwatching group chat about this rizz thing. They think I’m cool!” Bdubs said, before hammering on his comm’s keyboard.

“The speed of memes these days is enough to make your head spin.” Joe sighed, closing his book with a snap, “I finally added “cringefail” to my lexicon and I bet it’ll be it’ll be passé by next week.”

“I just ignore the memes. They do things; it no bother me.” Keralis said brightly, and Joe hummed thoughtfully.

“Y’know, that’s probably a good way to be. Why waste time trying to keep up with-“

“I GOT IT! THE WEIRD BIRDWATCHING PEOPLE! They say it’s like…charisma? Like, cha-RIZZ-ma…oh, I see, that’s very clever. So like- I have a TON of charisma, so I have- LOADS of rizz-“

“Oh, Bubbles, you don’t need to tell me twice-“

“QUIET, YOU- and like, Xisuma, he’s got. Negative rizz! Yeah that’s what it is.”

“Seems a bit silly to me, but what do I know?” Xisuma sighed.

“Well, the natural progression of language can’t be stopped. Either you accept it or make yourself crazy. Let the words do what they will.” Joe said, opening his book again.

Finally, Jevin piped up from his hidden corner.

“Every time you people try to understand a new meme, it causes me physical fucking pain, and I don’t even have a nervous system.”

Nothing felt really sad for it was always hated. The only people that ever liked nothing were the minimalists, the people who exaggerate at not exaggerating. But even they wanted something, no matter how small.

So Nothing wondered and pondered why do people dislike nothing? Nothing has always been an abstract concept because even nothing is something. So as the writer thought about what kind of 'nothing' will her main character be and how paradoxical this story actually is, Nothing has decided to travel the world. It hoped it will become something.

But, meeting people made Nothing realize just how complicated it's existence actually is. Some people wish to be nothing. They kill themselves hoping to never exist again, not knowing how despairing is to actually be like Nothing. Nothing felt sad again, people never understood how they always have something, even if the something is the smallest something that there is. They don't know that people can solve any problem, if they put their minds to it (except licking your elbow, but fuck that shit). People always have something to look forward to, even if it's just the act of breathing. Poor humans, sick humans, abused humans, they are all valuable. They matter.

Nothing stopped in it's tracks. It realized that it was trying to change itself for others. It realized how absurd it was of it to try to turn into something. It realized that nothing, just like a human mind, is a space to be filled. Nothing is essential for the existence of something, because the white sheet of paper can be filled with anything, making the anticipation of painting more exciting than the painting itself.

Thank you for reading.

writing tip #2021:

write what you know: nothing