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OK fine. I will reveal my Dark and Twisted new kintype... Do NOT Cancel me Tumblr people cannot control who they kin!!

I KIN DARK MATT.

This is the darker, somehow even more evil version of a guy named Matt. CEO of Tumblr by day, PUNK EMO BY NIGHT. Yes, I know I have Emo trauma... but I cannot help the twisted workings of my subconscious.

Dark Matt Fast Facts:

Born and Raised in Houstan, Texas

Emo, taking Japanese lessons

Thinks he can cook, but can't

Dated David Karp before his transition, (his dad had no idea), calls him Karpy (one of the few who can and live)

OBSESSED with Anime

Frequents tumblr AND Twitter, so naturally runs into his ex (Karpy) a lot

J.K. Rowling's former mold dealer...

Used to kin Draco malfoy. Hates to recall his past

Tattoo artist. Gives himself his own tattoos

Pretends to like Jazz and Classical, but is really K and Jpop TRASH

Flamboyant, Loud Mouthed, and Bad at loooove :(

Kermit did NOT want him to have a bracelet, but Joker seems to like him, so...

My Darkest kintype... the one I am most ashamed of...

Hmmmmmm......

Wanna run that by me again?

Huh???

Computer tumblr is wild.

HELP I DON'T KNOW WHY I MADE THIS AT LIKE 1 AM

Also have the gay version too

MONSTA X Jooheon and I.M for Vogue Korea (June issue)

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Poem???

Anyone wanna read this poem i just wrote working on my poetry annalysis sleep deprived? No? Imma just gonna put it here then.

I heard you wake

When eve barely broke

And yet I ignored the call

The birds and bustle

For the temporary comfort I had

 I ignored my duties

What I don’t want to face

To what I had

I pulled myself closer

The covers over my head

 I woke when the sun was high

When noon had struck and I could lie no more

Light glaring through the curtains, the bustling outside

Sitting up like being wound

A turner in my head, the gears now turning

I stood from my bed

 I walked out of my room

The hall brightly lit

By the sunlight at the end of the corridor

Blinding I avert my gaze

 I wanted to retreat

Back where I came

Not wanting to face

And yet I must

My comfort now gone, where I left it just then

 Feeling regret with every step

The cursing loudly echoing

My day had just begun

And yet it was already half gone

 I could only watch, as I waste what little I had away

Cursing even louder, though I made no point to change

There always seems to be something better, more alive

Than what I have to do

I buried my thoughts in laughter, I myself laughed too

 Facing the bleary screen

My mind is blank though moments ago it was full to bursting

I could only watch as the numbers change

5, 6, 7, 8,

Slowly but surely

Now I feel stress

 It all seems to be crashing down

Like that of the titanic

Engine and goose up north

Can I land

Is there time

Regret and remorse fill my mind

 I now sit by myself at the dead of the night

My words not none but not nearly full

If only I didn’t crowd my mind

As I take a pen to write

 Tapping of the keys, bright light above

No more could I take

I bury myself, in what comfort I have

Lulling my mind with a fake promise

Closing my eyes to all I fear and despise

Hoping to never wake again