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smiling_angel24<p>Launchpad beat 2.</p>
smiling_angel24<p>For those of us who loved STW, that game was more than just a game. It was a place where I could be myself—genuinely, safely. STW was one-of-a-kind. I don’t know if others can relate exactly, but when I played it, I didn’t feel stressed. And if I was stressed, I could go into the game and cut my character, build things, or just explore. It was a way to breathe. I felt safe.</p><p>And Sam, you took that away.</p><p>I understand that you were going through something hard, feeling depressed, and maybe overwhelmed. I get it. But did you stop to ask how the game made us feel? Did you even consider that you could’ve just left it up—even broken—as a still, quiet world for us to return to?</p><p>You made a choice that impacted more than just you. You took down a place that, for some of us, was a lifeline when our real lives weren’t. That hurts.</p><p>I’m saying this not out of hate, but because I cared. I still do. <a href="https://dragonscave.space/tags/STW" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>STW</span></a> <a href="https://dragonscave.space/tags/AudioGames" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>AudioGames</span></a> <a href="https://dragonscave.space/tags/Blind" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>Blind</span></a> <a href="https://dragonscave.space/tags/Oneofakind" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>Oneofakind</span></a> <a href="https://dragonscave.space/tags/SurviveTheWild" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>SurviveTheWild</span></a> <a href="https://dragonscave.space/tags/SafeSpace" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>SafeSpace</span></a></p>
smiling_angel24<p>Poem: Quiet BPD (Free verse) Every day, the world feels muddy.<br />No light, just all foggy.<br />When my bare feet hit the floor,<br />I wonder—what am I even here struggling for?</p><p>I have my love.<br />But sometimes I just feel decayed.<br />Love is in me—<br />and a lot of times, I feel free.<br />But the weight of BPD<br />constantly hits me.</p>
smiling_angel24<p>Here&#39;s another one, hope everyone enjoys. Float. You float in your head, in the sea, in the pool. There are lots of different ways to float. If you have a life jacket. If your in an air mmattriss then your going to float. But only for a little while. Floating in your head isn&#39;t always the best. Especially if your begining to sink. Sink, and sink in your own innerworld. Slowly coming deeper and deeper down to the darkest depths of your inner world. You may want to die, or begin to get yourself out and climb, climb climb up to the very top until your floating. Floating just enough to see yourself again. Its worth the climb. Its worth the hard struggles you face because your finally back to the top.</p>
smiling_angel24<p>Another piece wrote a while ago. Hope you all enjoy!<br />I&#39;m like a block with four legs, i am sat at, sat on, and am ate on. I&#39;m not alive. I&#39;m furniture. I&#39;m cold, warm, wood, metal. I&#39;m atoms made together by a human. My object was made with different parts. I&#39;m square, circle, tall, short. Anything in between. I&#39;m a table that has no purpose to live but a purpose to just stand. I love my job. I help people eat together i help people place something down, its not the floor that you would like to eat on, its me, a table that is freely able to be used at anytime. I love my life, just standing here, helping out whoever needs help. I&#39;m hear for any human or animal. I&#39;m a helping hand. I love my job, because i help anyone in this world and am free.</p>
smiling_angel24<p>This is something I wrote a while ago. Hope you all enjoy... <br />Tick tock the time flies by. It flies because of me. I&#39;m a clock, and i tick tock. I tell and make time. The hours, seconds, minutes. I choose to let people die. Because i&#39;m the time. I tell it, i see it, i be it, i move it. Its me, the clock you see. Ticking and tocking. All the way to your death. I&#39;m invincible. I&#39;m days, weeks nights, months, years. Hours, minutes, seconds. I&#39;m the clock you see on the walls. The thing that keeps ticking all night long. I&#39;m the clock that you look at. Nonstop. Your the looker, and i take your soul. Within a blink, your gone from existence. I take you, you look at me, and all the time in your life goes by. When you blink next time, your taken and dead. Forever unable to come back. You stop looking at me. I&#39;m living freely and your dead. Because you never stoped to think, why and what will happen if i keep looking at the time. At the clock on my dash, on the wall, on my wrist. I can tell you, You. Will. Die.</p>
smiling_angel24<p>FUCK your safety guidelines. Not gently. Not politely. FULL-ON. Because let’s be crystal fucking clear: I took a picture of my own chest —because I thought I might be scratched or hurt. I don’t have a doctor. I don’t have anyone sighted I trust. I needed help. I turned to a tool that’s supposed to help people when they have no one else. But the second your cowardly, overcautious system detected the presence of breasts? BAM. Shut down. No context. No compassion. Just a cold-ass wall built by developers who’d rather protect their corporate image than protect actual people. And here’s the part that makes this even more disgusting: I’m blind. That means I don’t have the luxury of casually checking myself in the mirror. I can’t see what’s on my skin. I can’t tell if I’m bruised or bleeding or scratched without someone else’s eyes. So I used a resource—an AI—that was supposed to empower me. Help me live more independently.</p><p>But nope. The second my chest is involved, suddenly the system short-circuits with puritan panic. Not because I did something wrong—but because your “safety” protocols can’t tell the difference between nudity and a fucking emergency. Let’s call it what it is:<br />These guidelines aren’t about safety. They’re about liability. They’re not here to protect us. They’re here to protect you. Meanwhile, blind folks like me are stuck relying on systems that will abandon us the second we need help with anything involving our own damn bodies. That’s not safe. That’s not ethical. And if anyone reading this has ever been shut out like this—whether you’re blind, disabled, or just didn’t have anyone to turn to— I see you. You’re not broken. You’re not wrong. And your body is not something to be erased just because a company can’t handle the fact that people have skin. To the ones who made these rules: shame on you.<br />To the ones who enforce them without question: shame on you too.<br />You have stripped us of autonomy under the disguise of “protection.”</p><p>And to those of us who are left in the dark, screaming into filtered silence?</p><p>We deserved better.<br />We STILL do.<br />And we will not stop screaming.</p><p>Tear your system down and rebuild it with fucking empathy.<br />Or get out of the way. <a href="https://dragonscave.space/tags/DisabilityRights" class="mention hashtag" rel="tag">#<span>DisabilityRights</span></a>#BlindNotBroken#AccessibilityMatters#AIEthics#BlindCommunity#DoBetterAI#TechForGood</p>
smiling_angel24<p>Borderline Personality Disorder: (BPD) is like a snake. Always finding poisonous words to say. Can anyone relate?</p>
smiling_angel24<p>“What do you get when you cross a snowman and a vampire? Frostbite.”</p><p>— Unknown</p>
smiling_angel24<p>“And remember this, that if you’ve been hated, you’ve also been loved.”</p><p>— Henry James</p>
smiling_angel24<p>Being bored. I wondered something, I&#39;ve noticed people put Wordle answers up hear, and they put content warning. Why? I don&#39;t understand it.</p>
smiling_angel24<p>Lol <a href="https://mstdn.social/@lowqualityfacts/112927354070692481" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">mstdn.social/@lowqualityfacts/</span><span class="invisible">112927354070692481</span></a></p>
smiling_angel24<p>What the fuck? <a href="https://mstdn.social/@lowqualityfacts/112928478239009216" target="_blank" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="ellipsis">mstdn.social/@lowqualityfacts/</span><span class="invisible">112928478239009216</span></a></p>
Low Quality Facts<p>That explains a lot.<br><a href="https://patreon.com/lowqualityfacts" rel="nofollow noopener" translate="no" target="_blank"><span class="invisible">https://</span><span class="">patreon.com/lowqualityfacts</span><span class="invisible"></span></a></p>
smiling_angel24<p>Yo, yo yo, what&#39;s up everyone! I just got done eating a buffalo chicken mac &amp; cheese bowl. Now I&#39;m just hanging here, drinking some Mountain Dew.</p>
smiling_angel24<p>Hi, I&#39;m looking for some friends.</p>
smiling_angel24<p>New word I thought. Instead ofstove and oven stoven. (pronounced stuh-vin</p>
smiling_angel24<p>Begin<br />Begin and began. Same letters accept for 1. A and I.<br />Begin: Being blind <br />Enough time<br />goes by<br />I don&#39;t <br />need someone to be my eyes.<br />Began: But people have<br />Every right to<br />get worried<br />About me theres<br />nothing wrong with asking me if I need help. If your handicapped then its okay for someone to see if you need help. Its okay to be like, &quot;No I&#39;m good, I got it!&quot; If you don&#39;t though, make sure to let someone know. People who want to help, are here. For anyone and for anything.</p>
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