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stillgotscars · 5 months
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we don’t talk about “no one sees when you lose when you’re playing solitaire” enough
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hometownangels · 1 month
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thoughts on farewell neverland by txt?? <3
one of my favourite bsides!! i love the acoustic guitar and i love that it ends the album off nicely. the lyrics are really nice too!!
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ljf613 · 1 year
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I am once again GOING INSANE over the fact that for SEVEN GENERATIONS the Berkians REFUSED to let the dragons CHASE THEM from their home, but were IMMEDIATELY ready to leave if it was necessary to PROTECT the dragons.
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atlas-dr0wned · 10 months
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the way the album go farther in lightness goes from do not let your spirit wane, to the title track, to achilles come down is pure evil actually
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ammoknightsofficial · 2 years
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Every day I think about Callie and Marie's tense rivalry in Splatoon and how their relationship has evolved into what it is today. So interesting... Yet such an illegal topic, apparently.
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djarinslover · 1 year
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GO SEE BLACK PANTHER ‼️‼️
It’s such a beautiful movie, from the way they honor Chadwick AND T’Challa, seeing another intelligent young black woman as an engineer, the way they honor the cultures Stan Lee (and whoever else) has created, the soundtrack and cinematography is amazing.
It was so so so damn healing to be in a room full of other black people, to see so many black people on screen being strong and vulnerable and intelligent and powerful, to feel connected.
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epiclamer · 2 years
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So... Is Charlie and the Chocoate Factory your favorite movie/property? Or something? Or do you just like that one song?
I FUCKING LOVE THAT MOVIE.
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mydemonsdrivealimo · 1 year
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yall, i found it. its jensens Song
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rico-the-nicoo · 2 years
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i ain't gonna lie... this halloween theme is my shit.
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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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gaymaramada · 1 year
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First encounter with Death / Last encounter with Death
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hopelizabeth15 · 5 months
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the thing I really love about tbosas is that you go into the story thinking you know who’s the songbird and who’s the snake but “songbirds” and “snakes” are both plural because as individuals Lucy Grey and Coryo are both a songbird and a snake in their own right, in this essay I will
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pluto-in-the-stars · 1 year
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expired hydrogen peroxide
expired hydrogen peroxide
sitting just beside the bathroom sink
i watch as it fizzes and bubbles
i love how it feels on my skin 
as it stings
as it burns
as its real
and its raw
and it pushes all my feelings away
and it melts me right down to the core
maybe its carbon monoxide
that draws the shapes on the walls
breathe and breathe again and again
i'm getting dizzy, i’ll just stay down on the floor
i'm losing my mind and losing my breath
drinking in the air i cant seem to get
i’m about as good at being human
as I am at being able to cry
i can pretend I feel real 
but the tears are just dry
there’s expired hydrogen peroxide
sitting on my bathroom bench
expired hydrogen peroxide
seeping into my head
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moonsnqil · 3 months
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after practice outing
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ninyard · 2 months
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Thinking about how Andrew choked Kevin when he realised Neil was missing.
Andrew who would kill anyone who looked at Kevin the wrong way. Andrew who would stab whomever if it meant Kevin was safe. Andrew who saw a broken raven and said I’ll protect you and meant it and kept that promise like his life depended on it.
Andrew who nearly killed Allison because of a promise. Andrew who would’ve never talked to Neil again because of a promise.
Yet when there was ambulances and injured foxes and you were amazing before Neil’s gear with his phone, with a 0 on screen and a Baltimore caller ID, Andrew turned on Kevin.
Can you imagine being the other foxes and watching that happen? Knowing what Andrew would do to them for so much as breathing at Kevin in the wrong direction, now Neil was missing and Andrew was hurting Kevin and something is happening here.
Andrew and Kevin don’t have the luxury of a second language to talk to each other in, either. Whereas secrets were usually shared in French and German so the others couldn’t understand, now there’s nothing to hide behind, and Andrew doesn’t care either. Where is Neil, who is he, who’s taken him, is he safe? Is he alive?
Then picture being Kevin, knowing Andrew, knowing what this means, that Neil is more important to Andrew than he is now, so much so that he would hurt him for Neil. Not only does he know that; but he knows there’s a good chance that Neil is dead. If it’s his father, it’s not the Moriyama’s; he is the butchers son, after all, and the butcher was never keen to spare a life.
So the foxes know nothing and everything at the same time on that bus journey out to wait for his return. They know they’re hurt, that something is very wrong. They know Kevin has bruises around his neck, and Andrew can’t look him in the eye. They think they understand now why Neil got everything he asked for from Andrew; and Andrew thinks he might never see him again.
I’d say it was the quietest bus journey of their lives.
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ibtisams · 2 months
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Anyway I think national eating disorder awareness week is almost over but I do want to say that as cheesy as it is, recover is possible and it does get better and easier and you will feel like yourself again. There is no shame in asking for help, needing help, or wanting help. There IS shame in how so much of modern media is centered around weight and beauty standards for girls and how often celebrities and influencers normalise disordered eating.
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