I don’t get out of bed much like I used to. I don’t take pictures anymore nor do I look at myself in the mirror. Things are just things and people are just faces which pass through like a timeless train of thoughts. I feel it fade — the feeling of life , the world , the universe and it’s essence. I feel the numbness making it’s way inside the holes of my body. I’m breaking down just like the autumn leaves — it’s October again
“Those poor boys”
“She deserves to be punished too.”
“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”
“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”
“She put herself in harm’s way”
“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”
“She ruined their lives.”
Hocus Pocus (1993) dir. Kenny Ortega
Se solo fossi più magra.
Se solo dimagrissi un po’.
Se fossi magra, saresti bellissima.
Se solo perdessi qualche chilo.
Perché non vai in palestra?
Non è un po’ troppo quel piatto di pasta?
Sei sicura che puoi mangiarlo?
Con i chili in meno, ti starebbe benissimo.
A te non lo do, fa ingrassare.
Peserai più di me e vuoi un piatto come il mio?
Peccato, hai un bel viso ma…se fossi magra.
How the Grinch Stole Christmas (2000)
I was fortunate in that I was pre-Internet with much of my misbehavior, but I think I always had a bit of a moral psychology and I always wanted to kinda do the right thing, which doesn’t count for much, and then I kinda took it on the chin.
Happy birthday, Robert Downey Jr. (April 4th, 1965)
why are there so many posts about asexuals being immune to sirens. people. sirens don’t lure you in with sex (necessarily). they sing about whatever it is that you want most. they could sing about mothman or cinnamon toast crunch and guess what then your asexual pirate is fucking dead
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And...You’re fucking with the wrong bitch
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