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sushi soucy did not need to pop off this hard ive been in shambles for two days now
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smoke-oh-hauntus · 9 months
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#weainttgesame #mysmokeyeye #baddie #hitsalittlediffrent
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waggingtongue · 1 year
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Early Birdly
other than making love, life feels friendly when
"to-dos" are completed early, and the remaining hours
can be used and bartered without guilt. Today,
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yesterday, and most days before, the greatest
gifts have been offered moments before light: a silence
and friendship (and creative nutrients aplenty) to
saturate the air for early bird, artistic smithies whose
breaths and thoughts intoxicate learned doubts
to loosen embedded inhibitions
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topsy turvy
toxic turdy
tasteless wordy
opinions from the unwanted, unkept lips
of impudent knowers of all...polluting the earwaves
immediately after the dayshift clocks in
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Across town, in a field where the drive-in theater used to be (and Petey Brown's body was found last Spring), a handful of 13-year-old boys get a game of "pepper" going and swap stories about the joys of puberty.
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I hate how our society works!! I hate it so much! Because people who are not accepted by society - who are different - who don't fit in, will never make it. Never achieve their dream, never achieve happiness. No matter how hard they work, no matter what they try. You either fit in, or you lose. I hate that.
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howifeltabouthim · 10 months
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I think I wanted him because he never pushed me. That was the problem with most of the boys. Their intense wishes made me claustrophobic. They were always breathing on me, pulling, tugging, even begging for some mysterious gift they thought I could give them.
Siri Hustvedt, from The Blindfold
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flurrys-creativity · 2 years
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Hello love, I was wondering if you take request for exo sehun ? If you do take for him may I request something we’re reader is insecure and compares her self to other woman and some of his idol crush’s. Thank you much for your time ❤️
I do!!! Ooooooh this is exciting! I've never written for him before... I hope I did a good job! It's a lot of insecurities... Anyway! I hope you like it!
Not like the others
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Pairing: Oh Sehun (EXO) x Fem!Reader; Genre: Idol AU, Established Relationship AU, Romance, Fluff, Angst; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Warnings: body insecurities (without mentioning anything specific), comparing yourself to other women, feeling not good enough, crying, kisses... that should be it; Wordcount: 1.180
Summary: Your day just didn’t go the way you had hoped for, taking a turn downhill. So when you see another picture of his idol crushes, you can’t help yourself but compare yourself with them, seeing all the flaws in yourself.
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You shouldn’t have gotten up this morning - or at least gone straight back to bed. You weren’t superstitious but when you cup chipped after you poured some hot water in it, you knew your day was doomed.
Yet you decided to ignore the sign and move on with your day. You basically decided to drag out your nightmare. At first it had only been minor inconveniences but soon enough they added up and left you rather irritated.
You tried to push your negative thoughts away, wanting to focus on something positive instead. After all, Sehun finally returned after a long tour and you couldn’t wait to see him again. Sure, you saw each other a lot while face timing but that wasn’t the same.
So to celebrate his return you wanted to look extra fine. And what better option did you have than buying a whole new outfit from top to bottom.
You regretted that decision the minute you tried changing into the first outfit. Your usual size didn’t fit you anymore, leaving you staring in disbelief at the mirror in front of you. When you had to ask for another size, you felt like a clown in the middle of a circus tent, people pointing at it and laughing uncontrollably. You dug down your head in shame as soon as you received the new clothes. 
Once you had changed into them you stared back into the mirror. Even though they fit, you didn’t think they looked good on you anymore. It was as if the different sizes messed with your mind. 
You decided to leave it be, wanting to dress up in the nicest clothes you already owned. With your head hanging low, you left the store again.
You walked down the street and stopped at a lingerie store, seeing the big posters of models in the finest underwear. As your gaze scanned over them, you recognised one face. 
She looked absolutely gorgeous and stunning, with perfect skin, flawless hair, wonderful curves and those incredible apple cheeks. She had everything, while you on the other hand had nothing.
You looked at your reflection in the glass, seeing dull hair, imperfect skin, slouched posture and overall a nearly horrible appearance. At least compared to her.
Your gaze wandered back up to her poster and her shining - no - glowing face. No wonder Sehun had a crush on her. You would too, if you weren’t deep down in self loathing since you had the tendency to compare yourself with her.
And not just her. You felt insecure next to any human being on a daily basis. Sometimes you even felt insecure next to Sehun. How could you not? He was perfect in every way possible! Yet you had at least a dozen flaws - probably even more if you seriously thought about it.
You shouldn’t think about it. Otherwise you’d hole yourself up in your bedroom and never come out again. Which didn’t sound too bad at the moment, but there was no time for self loathing right now. You had to prepare yourself for Sehun’s return. You wanted to surprise him with a homemade meal, knowing he missed it whenever he went abroad. 
Thankfully cooking required your attention most of the time, helping you to ignore your own insecurities until you saw an old episode of an idol show with Sehun as its guest. You stopped cooking and turned to look at the tv screen completely, smiling softly whenever Sehun was in the focus of the camera. 
Your smile dimmed down when you saw him next to a female idol. You weren’t jealous - not in the least, but your insecurities punched you full force whenever you saw him with another idol, thinking - no - knowing he would be better off with them instead. 
They knew about the stress of being an idol, they were able to be elegant and beautiful even with masses of people around them, they easily outmanoeuvred questions they didn’t want to answer and most importantly they looked gorgeous - with or without makeup. You on the other hand felt currently like a slice of bread. Just as dumb and plain and nothing worth looking at.
You were so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn’t heard the door of your apartment opening, nor did you hear Sehun tiptoeing over to you. So when he wrapped his arms around your middle and spun you around gleefully, you squeaked in surprise.
He placed you back on the ground and turned you towards him, pecking your cheek before he leaned back and looked at you. A worried frown made itself shown on his face while he softly started to rub over your upper arms with his thumbs. “What’s wrong?”
You looked up at him without saying a word, too many thoughts swirling through your mind, and before you knew it you started crying. 
Sehun immediately pulled you against his chest, hugging you tightly. One hand rubbed over your back while his other held the back of your head. He hummed softly and gently swayed from side to side.
“I missed you”, you sobbed against his chest, hiding your face away from him.
“I missed you too”, Sehun said softly, kissing the top of your head. “But that’s not the only thing upsetting you, is it?”
You shook your head no, feeling even dumber than before. “It’s just”, you sighed deeply, wiping over your face with your hand, “it’s stupid.”
“If it concerns you, it isn’t stupid.”
“It is though. I’m just not good enough. You could have anyone but me. I mean, look at me. Why would..”
“I’m stopping you right there”, Sehun interrupted you, his hold getting even tighter than before. “You are wonderful the way you are. You’re caring, considerate, funny, intelligent, gorgeous, loving. Shall I go on?”
You huffed shortly, your lips upon hearing his words widening into a smile. 
“I love everything about you. Just the way you are. I wouldn’t change a damn thing, love. So please look at me.”
You raised your head, eyes still glassy from your tears - more threatening to spill at any moment. Your lips quivered unsure whether they should smile or pout. “But I don’t look like any of…”
“And you don’t have to. You look stunning the way you are. Every time I look into your eyes, I feel like cupid shot another arrow into my heart. Every time I see you dance to my songs, my heart soars through the sky. Every time you wear something of mine, I feel like I accomplished everything I could. You are my world and I love you with everything I got.” Sehun placed several kisses all over your face, neck and shoulders until you giggled and cupped his cheeks, pulling him to your lips.
Whenever you were with him, you had nothing to worry about. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him passionately. Maybe you should stop comparing your looks with others. After all, you weren’t like them and that’s why Sehun fell in love with you to begin with.
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cutedogtv · 10 months
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dinitride-art · 1 year
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Might start drawing Max doing physio stretches and exercises so I actually remember to do mine. Like all her bones are broken and my bodies just like this- so in no way will it be accurate.
But it would be for me.
Or maybe I could just draw her complaining about it. And Guilt trip myself into doing them.
Or it could be like a weekly party thing where they all do them with Max for a day. And complain about it to no end as Max just leaves them in the fucking dust. Because stretching is hard actually. And there are muscles that don’t make any sense but apparently you need them to keep your bones from grinding together. Which is bullshit.
Anyways here’s to hoping that theyre not going to do the ‘oOh this character was completely healed by magic! And been better than before!’ Thing in season five because that’s annoying- and not how it works.
Give me Max with chronic headaches and pain in her limbs that is terrible but she lives with it. Because that’s just what happens. And give me Max who’s still happy and snarky and who’s angry and bitter and sad. But who has friends and a support system who she can rely on in every way. But more than anything- just to be her friends.
Y’know?
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shotbyshe · 2 years
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alone by edgar allen poe
“From childhood's hour I have not been as others were
I have not seen as others saw
All I loved, I loved alone.”
I remember the first time I heard a Poe story I was in 5th grade. He’s known my heart since then.
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theboxfort · 2 months
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Peace and love
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etakeh · 3 months
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silver-the-second · 3 months
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captainjonnitkessler · 4 months
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Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"
Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.
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trans-cuchulainn · 2 months
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i do think there is a degree to which certain kinds of Instagram activists have convinced themselves that traumatising themselves in solidarity is a useful form of activism. "I'm having nightmares and crying so much I want to be sick because of all these videos of dying children but I can't look away while people are getting hurt" I mean don't you think you'd be able to help more if you weren't having nightmares and crying all the time?? don't you think this is a one-way trip to burnout? don't you think maybe increasing the amount of trauma going around is counterproductive? I dunno bro there's something to be said for bearing witness but there comes a point where you gotta look hard at yourself and go "am I helping, or am I just making myself suffer so I don't feel guilty for not suffering while somebody else is experiencing bad shit"
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calamitys-child · 1 month
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What's everyone's favourite flowers that aren't like. The normal ones. Like everyone's a fan of roses and sunflowers what's a more niche one. One you don't get in gift sets. Mine's sweet peas
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