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#NOT LIKE THE OTHER GIRLS
hollistercrowley · 8 months
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Am I the only one who went to an "I'm not like the other girls" phase that was like "Ugh! Those fake girls! How could they like being girls! I know that deep down, like everybody, they wish to be a boy!"
Then I found out that, actually, I was right. I'm not like the other girls because I'm not a girl.
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I don't have a girl brain or a boy brain! Any accusations that I own illegally acquired brains are categorically false.
I do not have brains in glass containers. Why would I have? Hah, silly of you to even think so.
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khrystinekhaos · 10 months
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he’s not like the other girls
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i had an 'i'm not like the other girls' phase but turns out i'm just bi and probably autistic
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neilpissyrega · 1 year
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i remember my “not like the other girls” phase…
well, 12 year old me, you were right. you’re not like the other girls
you’re a dude
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sapphicgarlic · 2 years
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quotesfromall · 11 months
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if the man wants to be eccentric let him be
Agatha Christie, The Case of the Careless Victim
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Des Esseintes is not like the other girls…
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i am exactly like the other girls and i’m proud of it because all of the other girls are slay
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plushiehamuko · 1 year
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honestly having to be anxious, squeamish, and sex-repulsed asexual all at the same time just feels like life hates me specifically sometimes. like i am just really out here with no tolerance for anything
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dicks-wifey · 8 months
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Falling for Nightwing
Chapter one:
My scarey vampire father hissed at me. "My daughter! Stay in your room. We have distinguished company tonight. I can't have you interfere. "
"Ah! B-b-but why-y? I promise to n-n...not interfere. I know where I b-belong."
"You belong in your room! If you are needed, the maid will escort you, but that is unlikely, given your iq." My vampire dad crackled and swished his cape around as he floated away down the hallway.
I begrudgingly made my way up the stairs to my grand but cold feeling room. My pale and hollow features ridden with sadness as I am once again banished to my room for being such a disaster of a child. Father may be tough but he loved me enough to know when to hide me away so I didn't feel embarrassed by someone seeing my dreadful features.
In my room, I wallow in self pity. I know I do not deserve to do so, but my soft feminine heart can not take such harsh comments from the brutal truth of a man's words. I let out a wobbly cry into the palms of my hands, my small frame shaking at the mere velocity.
A soft knock startles me from my pity party. The maid pokes her head in, "Miss, your father requires your presence. Let's get you cleaned up a little first."
"R-right away...I am a c-complete m-m-mess right now. Father will h-hate me..."
The maid smiled kindly, like she agreed. She cleared the snot from my face and dressed me in my finest navy blue tudor renaissance dress, which was high fashion in the recent 16th century.
At the end of such an extravagant make over, the maid tries to put my hair in a half up half down look with a sparkling diamond in crested hair clip to tie the whole thing together. But, I suddenly stop her, finding the hair too feminine and girly girl. I do not appreciate nor fit with those traditional girly hairstyles. Instead, I simply grab a hair tie and tie it into a messy bun before smiling at myself in the mirror. The maid looks disgusted but quickly smiles back acting as if I hadn't caught her.
I turn to the maid quickly with a nervous smile, the action making her take a step back in what looks like caution, as if I had some serious disease. Hah. I look up at her
"W-w-why exactly was it t-tha...that father w-wanted me?" I ask in a meek, petite voice.
"You see Miss, your father would like you to use your feminine influences to garner a better deal from the batman." She turned, "I'll escort you."
My coquette, small frame turns left and right through the many hallways of my father's mansion as i follow the maid, while my thoughts take the same sharp turns through my brain. I try to reason as to why father would trust a hideous beast as my self to help him with the important matter. Maybe, just possibly, he could believe I'm something more than a mistake. No! Of course not! I want to slap my caked up face from the stupidity of the thought.
While shaking my head, I see a boyish figure in red, black and yellow, lurking in the shadows. Suspicious. Something I should surely warn father or at least the maid about, but I instead turn my head straight ahead and forget exactly what I had just seen. Surely there will be no consequences due to my actions, or lack there of. Haha, of course not. My smile is eerily serene and the maid looks back at me before walking faster, as if trying to lose me.
As I enter the dinning room, I see a full spread of food, which is unusual because father doesn't eat that. The batman is sitting adjacent to my father, robed in black with silly little ears. How baby girl of him.
"Wonderful!" My father cried. He stood and clasped me on my shoulder, " Mr.Batman, may I introduce you to my favorite and only child."
The batman looks to have been startled, horrified even, by my introduction, but I shake away that thought as when I blink again, he is as composed as ever, though he fails to maintain eye contact.
He stands, "it's a pleasure to meet you."
As he sits back down, I swiftly grab a seat close to him and scooch my way closer to his side, causing the chair to erupt in a painfully long screeching noise in a rather quiet room. My actions hault when my father stares me down in anger, his entire body rumbling and tumbling. I stop so he doesn't punish me later by making me watch a compilation of Brent Reviera videos for four hours straight. Again.
"So Mr.Batman, I still insist on the original details of my proposal. I don't believe the consuming of humans to be immoral from a being such as myself." Says my vampire dad. "I truly believe that this is a fair trade for what I offer you."
I look between the two with fast eyes, not wanting to miss a second of either of their reactions, despite Mr.Batman maintaining his stoic and constipated look. He makes me quiver in my Chanel pumps. Old ones of course, father would never spend much money on little old me.
As I watch the two closer, more-so Mr.Batman, I try to figure out what would be the best way to seduce him so that I can do my one job correctly and successfully. I train my eyes on him hard and get a sudden thought of something rather disturbing. He looks like the type to have his lovers dress up as sailor moon characters, and make them transform into their costumes before partaking in intimate actions. Mhm, most definitely. I run a finger down his arm and wink.
The batman, seemingly doing his best to ignore my advances, looks over a document in his hand. "Unfortunately, I can't agree to that. I'm aware of the value of what you are offering, but this agreement would cause too much disturbance for it to be worth it."
"Curses!" Yelled vampire dad, throwing his hands in the air. "Perhaps a chosen few every week, you can obtain them based on the qualities I desire. For example, I enjoy when the men have small waists. I believe there is a human term for this. Soupy waists? Singular waist?"
I watch amusdely as the two have their silly little argument about their silly little topic. I havent a clue what theyre talking about, but it sure makes my father make silly expressions with his saggy, clay-like face. Caught up in the moment and not entirely focused on my food, I stab my spoon into the pile of food I'll probably never be allowed to eat again and swoop a big serving onto the silverware. Bringing it closer to myself, I begin opening my mouth as the two suddenly stop and look at me with panicked, frustrated and disappointed but not surprised faces. I eat the spoonful anyways.
"Curses!" Hisses my father.
I black out.
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pyrothecroissant · 1 year
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Emo Mymy , dus op de Studio massa Discord deze tekening gingen mensen los over , mensen vonden het mooi zus en zo dus waarom niet hier op pleuren?
Emo Mymy- So on the main Studio massa Discord this thing went all over the place- People found it pretty and stuff sooo why not throw it in here hmmm?
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aliasdoll · 2 years
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You’re a Girlblogger, I’m a Girlreblogger
We are not the same
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sicksullentree · 1 year
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Breaking new grounds of insanity.
I decided to get out of my cave, as the beautiful pink serenity of the golden hour tease its glory in my window. I walk out the house with phones in hand, planning to take pictures or videos of it. It was beautiful, I felt like I have seen all of the beauty there is in the world. Pink mixing and dancing with the bright raging yellow and orange. Euphoria was imbuing the halls of my body- until I saw a teenage girl, and her friend raising their phones up, taking a picture of the beautiful sunset itself. I was astounded, pulled back from reality. There are people and cars around passing. And another girl joined, also took a picture of the sunset. Im fucking insane, Im so fucking sick for feeling some sense of disdain in this scenario, in that time. What the fuc is wrong with me? Seriously why am i like this? I was having a crisis inside- It's not only me who is seeing this beauty, Im not special, If I find this beautiful then I am just as basic as these other girls-I did actually thought that-like those words passed my mind, my mind actually spoke them. Whats wrong with me.... They're cringe teenage girls but they're free and happy with their friends, and they took a picture of the sunset that they thought was beautiful-posting it on their stories and im here being miserable asf making edits in tiktok and I end up not even taking a picture of the beautiful sunset. I need.... Plsss someone..
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kdnotkevindurant · 1 year
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Crying for the thrid time today 😭🤧🤧
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