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Bio

Hi there, I'm IKEA!

I'm 15 this year!

I love drawing, reading, playing the violin, listening to music...

I would definitelyy love to make new friends, so come talk to me when you want :D


Recent forum posts
Pasta + IKEA corner/circle/triangle?
Pen Pals / by yourlocalIKEA
Last post
 Saturday
...See more This is a little chatroom for me andĀ @PastalsVeryUnderrated, so please don't lurkk. Hey Pasta, hope u got this post (: Idk what to name this because a chat room can virtually be any kind of shape hehe.Ā 
Space for IKEA and Hansini
Pen Pals / by yourlocalIKEA
Last post
 August 22nd
...See more This is a spot for me and @Hansini7079, so please don't lurk!
Chat room for me and crimsonPapaya7218
Pen Pals / by yourlocalIKEA
Last post
 21 hours ago
...See more This is a chat between me and @crimsonPapaya7218! (:
A chatroom for @Loser222
Pen Pals / by yourlocalIKEA
Last post
 July 18th
...See more This is just a chatroom sort of thing for me and @Loser222, so please don't comment under.Ā 
Everyone needs a friend!
Newbie Hub / by yourlocalIKEA
Last post
 April 13th
...See more As in the title, everyone needs a friend including me! I haven't been on cups for soooo long, and I want to be on here more, so anyone who wants a friend (me!), come talk to me!Ā  Don't be shy! From something you're embarassed about, or that you're sad, or that you landed a jackpot in a game, share with me! I'm happy to listen :D
Offerings for the dead
Poetry / by yourlocalIKEA
Last post
 February 21st
...See more Offerings for the dead A bouquet of flowers, long withered. Yellow-tinged petals, a drooping stem. It lies lifeless like the tomb beneath which memories have crumbled away. A lone doll, broken like porcelain, Dangling limbs, a greyish pallor. Damp cotton spills out of its torso To tell a story for its master. A bottle of wine, still crimson red. Brown, curtained glass, a delicate design. The closure remains sealed, unopened For there is none to celebrate with. A framed card, wax-covered envelope. Half torn paper, the ink smudged and blurred. The saint sitting silently on top Betrays the sins they once committed.Ā  I stand selfishly with no tears toĀ  Shed for you who left me alone here. With nothing to offer but my love, Sweet love to leave nothing in ruins. To those despised, to the abandoned, To those unloved, to the forgotten, Even when every trace of you is Lost, I shall weep for you, solely you. This is just a poem I wrote for my English homework. Hope you like it (:
[TW] Numbness
Reading & Writing / by yourlocalIKEA
Last post
 October 22nd, 2023
...See more An emptiness at the back of your throat, a murky feeling lurking at the pit of your stomach. They threaten to consume you whole, Have you ever drowned in that? Those moments when the laughter of othersĀ  ring in dissonance, raw and untamed. The objects around you seemingly opaque, but you stand in the middle, transparent. When time slips through your fingertips, like sand sliding down an hourglass. You reminisce your childhood memories, but it leaves a saccharine taste on your mouth. The sensation of prickling needles, that fixes you numb in its place. As if someone stitches up all orifices, and leaves a small enough gap for you to breathe. You scream, shout, cry, pleading for this turmoil to fade away. And when you wake up from this dream-like haze, you are faced with the consequences of your actions.
What do you dream of?
Poetry / by yourlocalIKEA
Last post
 October 13th, 2023
...See more [TW- suicidal thoughts] 'What do you dream of?' They asked that simply, a simple sentence, to start a conversation. I stared at them, in complete silence. Dream? Job? I don't want any of that. I don't want to grow up. I don't want to reach adulthood. I don't want to get old. I don't want to live. I am selfish. There are many things I want to do. Graduating. Meeting new people. Achieving goals. But what comes after that? What would become of me? If I live just to achieve, would I die just to fail? If someone, something, anything, is to kill me now, Perhaps, I would not care. I have everything I want, everything within my reach. But I don't want to reach, I don't want to get what I want. I am tired, I know I'm selfish, I'm not supposed to want this, but just please, I want an end.
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