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#the wasted years
howifeltabouthim · 4 months
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Worse, they had never said, 'I love you,' which he said so often that it almost made up for all the years of never having heard it. The sound of his loving words, and the sight of his handsome face smiling at her, made her feel so loved that she thought her heart would burst.
Anna Biller, from Bluebeard's Castle
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cozylittleartblog · 21 days
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"content creator" is a corporate word.
we are artists.
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inkskinned · 1 year
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probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.
we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."
at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.
the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.
the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.
what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.
here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.
#this is true#writeblr#warm up#relatedly for some reason one of our Favorite Jokes#amongst the Siblings#is like - ''this is so good u will love it''#while we are reacting to something we OBVIOUSLY find viscerally disgusting#like we will be actively retching and be like ''nooooo it's so good''#to the point that i sometimes get nervous if someone outside my family is like oh u should try it its good#(obvi we never force each other to eat anything. we are all just curious birds and#like. we're GONNA try the new thing.)#edit to answer why we had so much vanilla:#my mom is a very good cook and we LOVE to bake. so she just had a lot of staples in the house.#it's one of those things that's like. have u ever continuously thought ''ah i should get butter im probably out''#even tho u are not out of butter. so u end up with like 5 years of butter.#my mom would do that in a costco but like with vanilla extract#to be fair we WERE always using WAY TOO MUCH bc we were kids#so like she was right to stock up#ps. yes we were VERY sick after this lol i just didn't want to include it in the post in case ppl had an ick about that#u can tell it's real bc we knew "oh no we fucked up that's too much vanilla to waste'' but our reaction was to just. keep drinking it#> sibling understanding that vanilla extract isn't free > knowledge mother doesnt mind if we use it for milkshakes#> sibling choice to maybe get in a loophole of ''not wasting it'' if we drink it bc that's the same as using it (not throwing it out)#listen bud i was like 13 and my sister was like 9#when my mom discovered this we. got in. A LOT. of trouble. a lot of it. a LOT of it.#3rd edit bc i guess it isn't clear - i am 1 of my brother's 2 little sisters#i am the middle child#out of all the ways i have had to explain a post before being like ''did u forget a middle child can happen'' is my favorite
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"Wish I'd been a prom queen, fighting for the title 'stead of being sixteen and burning up a bible Feeling super, super, super suicidal"
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egophiliac · 8 months
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some (extremely) quick doodles to celebrate the glorious return of glorious masquerade! I haven't had a chance to do much personal drawing lately, but I didn't want to let it go by without doing something!
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ionomycin · 1 year
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mermay
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finchwingart · 5 months
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Cold but coze
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hootgrowlbears · 19 days
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The experience of being singled out by a teacher as unexceptional since day one. Trying something new and getting endlessly questioned about the why, the how. For months, going to class and giving up on doing well because it's not like this teacher ever cared about you anyway. Being berated in front of your whole class for your slipping grades and not knowing what to do about it.
And then the flip. In the middle of the year apparently something you did was impressive. Your teacher is friendly with you in a way they never were, and your sudden success was all a part of their plan, their method. "This is what I was trying to tell you, and you finally got it!".
You convince yourself of that too, grudgingly. It all worked out. That teacher really did know best after all. All that stuff at the beginning of the year, all that stuff for the two years before that, that was fine. It was all part of the plan. The humiliation and the stress and the nights spent wondering "What am I not getting about this?", were all necessary.
It's time for teacher evaluations. All fives.
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valyrfia · 6 months
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charles apparently happily scurrying to talk to a camera when max asks him to without a SINGLE ferrari PR person in sight? YEARS of pr training just all undone like that in a single second? let’s not lose the plot here charles is down JUST AS BAD
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doubly-dateable · 5 days
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hey former gifted kids and neurodivergent people, how are we feeling about this?
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aworsening · 3 months
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i was an isolated child
last words of a shooting star - mitski / interlude - jeremy lipking / beast monster thing (love isn't love enough) - car seat headrest / untitled - franz wright / twilight: new moon (2009) / teen idle - marina and the diamonds / my year of rest and relaxation - ottessa moshfegh / morning sun - edward hopper / look who's inside again - bo burnham / a girl ago - lucie brock-broido
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howifeltabouthim · 3 months
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. . . the hours—nay, years—they devoted to making some man see them in a particular way . . .
Curtis Sittenfeld, from Eligible
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cozylittleartblog · 3 months
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my friend loot bug... from lethal company.... (or at least we're friends until he runs off with my scrap)
vinyl sticker on my etsy :)
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I will never recover from the knowledge that thymoma generally has a very high survival rate, and in most cases that it becomes fatal, the patient has unknowingly lived with the cancer for years. There's a chance that Wilson was sick for half the series and didn't even know it.
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theahatestea · 2 years
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2 jul 2022
Assistindo Criminal Minds (s1e7) enquanto escrevo isso.
O arrependimento de não ter feito algo é menos doloroso que o de ter feito. Fiz o vestibular em 2019 e já sabia que não iria passar. Aquele ano foi um dos piores. Eu não estudei e nem ao menos tinha vontade de levantar da cama, no último dia de prova. Consegui um desconto na melhor faculdade particular da minha cidade. Resolvi tentar. Escolhi estudar arquitetura, nunca tive certeza do que queria, mas achava que tinha afinidade com o curso. Não aguentei ir mais que 6 dias. Acordava todas as noites com pesadelos e palpitações. O que teria acontecido se eu não tivesse desistido do curso em 2020? Eu sei que universidade não é tudo, mas essa conquista era a única coisa que ainda me mantinha com os pés no chão. Não sei o que vai ser do meu futuro. Não consigo me imaginar saindo de casa e enfrentando uma faculdade presencialmente.
Hoje fui ao mercado e encontrei a avó de um amiga. Ela perguntou como vai indo minha vida, se estou fazendo faculdade e entre outras coisas. Quase chorei. É vergonhoso não conseguir sair de casa.
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adaav · 4 months
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They had 15 years that no show this generation will ever have. And they just waisted it on brother bonding 😔.
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