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deadly-glamourtail · 5 days
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pja-party · 1 year
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People who are better , more talented than you are not scary,
what is the scary part is that they work harder than you.
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maehemthemisfit · 8 months
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me mistaking a blog for being fluff oriented because they interacted with me—a blog who's basically dedicated to all things fluff and comforting—and now i look like an idiot scrolling endlessly to find not a drop of sugar and spice and everything nice, just HURT.
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biomic · 6 months
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ncmadsteve · 2 months
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TJC and ZYX performing ZXY's song So Good 2017.05
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belanova · 10 months
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Found out terrible news that I can't go watch the Barbie film in theaters for THE MONTH 😐
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sanctamater · 11 months
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ah.
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deathleadsarc · 2 years
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𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?  
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         baby.
you’re often cold. you wish to be cared for. you want to be held. wait it out, and the right love will find you. make sure to return it.
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lunchboxtrolls · 2 years
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ok im thinking abt doing icon commissions like this bc this was rlly fun
commissions open!
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xx-hail2theking-xx · 2 years
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Let's just say, ve are really taken with hunting. Like, a lot more than I think either of you, plus the starlets, plus a few others could possibly eat, and still be that driven to hunt more.
Oh.
😍 I bet ve are gorgeous.
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unstablebill · 10 months
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I've been scream laughing at this for several days
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o0kawaii0o · 25 days
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ROMANCE DAWN TRIO
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aropride · 9 months
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mangozic · 19 days
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my dead goth son and his friendly neighborhood personified concept of insanity
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biomic · 2 years
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inkskinned · 9 months
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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
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