Right. - Blog Posts
a little abt me
idk what i plan on doing with this blog--other than liking posts--but i thought i ought to make something bc why not
some things i <3:
☆music - rnb, rock, alt/indie
☆flowers - roses, lotuses, dahlia apple blossoms
☆animals - 🐶🦋🐇🐱
☆cartoons - tawog, atla, regular show, otgw
☆pink🩷
☆pinterest (@leebecrazy)
☆poetry
☆horror
☆sleeping
☆the moon
⏾if any of this resonates with you, feel free to follow(or not lol)
⏾I'm down to talk to abt anything with ppl, especially the aforementioned things
⏾pls dni if you're over 20 or under 15; racist, misogynistic, homo/transphobic, or bigoted in general 🤨
⏾i'd prefer if other girls interacted with my blog bc i just prefer my own gender
okay, bye bye :)
Siri, play "Monster," by Lady Gaga.
editing for the movie is done!!
also the movie is like 2 hr 40 minutes?? wow this is going to be so cool!!!
Where in the world can I find some Transformers G/T content? Like where u guys at? GIANT ROBOTS and TINY GREMLINS KNOWN AS HUMANS interacting? Why can I not find this???!.
I mean if Carlos the scientist is supposed to be universally adored they could not have cast a better actor tbh
“spam liking = blocked” spam likers can cum in my mouth actually!!!! spam likers can finger me in dressing rooms and strangle me in alleyways.
HEY so mentally ill people that use drugs or alcohol deserve the same amount respect and support as mentally ill people who are sober!
Doodled The Guys instead of facing responsibility. Ya know. The usual.
What I wrote ten weeks ago in a post, here about how Sawyer felt about Jack when they were on the Island:
His school girl antics with Jack in the first seasons were just the manifestation of his crush in a way he himself couldn't grasp.
What I found yesterday: A French pop song from my youth (so the early 00's lol) sung by a then middle-school girl, to which the lyrics, when translated, say:
Test me, detest me. Love me, look at me.
Test me, detest me. But above all, look at me.
For a gesture, a word from you, I'd give anything I have.
Test me, detest me. Love me, look at me.
Test me, detest me. But above all, look at me.
And I mean, there's no better way to express his way of acting with Jack. It's so on the nose it made me lol for a while when I realised the parallels.
It's giving I'll tease you, call you names, have you break up the fights I'm a part of, follow you around making dumb jokes you're not in the mood for, volunteer for every risky thing you're also a part of, kiss the girl you're obviously crushing on, get injured so you can help me, and if all fails, I'll actually ask you to play courtyard games with me for a while... anything.
Anyting but, please, please, look at me.
Please, let me fuck you. (heyyy, I have smut on the brain, can you blame me?)
Anywayyyyyyyyyyy... Case closed.
I hate it when I'm crying and people tell me to "just breath"
bitch I'm trying?????
I know I sound like a drowning fish but like
I'm just really bad at it.
how are you holding up ? @pittmade
her gaze fixed on the horizon, where the light filters in too softly for the weight in her chest. she stifles any wryness, any iteration that MIRRORS how he might stand in her position. though to her credit, she isn't standing. legs curled over railings, her hands are still, clasped in her lap like she’s holding something fragile there. a memory, maybe. or the version of herself she used to be before the uniform, before the field kits soaked in blood, before the nights that still wake her up sweating through the sheets.
the question lingers in the air, burning through her with guilt. he asks with that arc of militant sureness and grace, but she hears the worry beneath it. ❛ some nights are louder than others. ❜ she doesn't speak it outright, doesn’t mention the dream that clung to her ribs this morning, or the way she caught herself zoning out between rounds, replaying things she can’t fix. but he knows, he always does. the way he sees her— really sees her and doesn’t flinch, doesn’t try to fix her. JUST STAYS. and as long as she's above ground, she'll do the same for him. new as it was between them, it wasn't by way of soul. a synchronicity extended by the universe to make amends for how much it worked them over.
❛ that young private on leave — ❜ it's coarse on her tongue from how it crawled up between serrated edges in her throat. her hand reached for jack, quietly and without rumination, like a reflex her body had already absorbed into its DNA. ❛ he reminded me of someone, felt like losing them all over again. ❜
Mochi Miles I Would Kill For You
a fictional man: *is kinda fucked up*
me: i want him so bad
(Our fav fire man taking a vacation in Hometown visiting a friend ^_^)
*...so this is where Sans and Papyrus moved.
*...seems like a nice place.
*...
*...why do i feel the sudden urge...to punch Sans...?
Headcanon that Edgeworth does that dad thing where if you show him something on your phone he will grab it and bring it close to his face so he can see it better
Mourning what's not lost
