But Really - Blog Posts
fuck “i can make him better” and only cowards stop just at “i can make him worse”
make him worse and twist yourself to match to the point that you’re both codependent monsters that make a date night out of killing others
laugh with joy when he unprompted brings you the heads of people who were only slightly rude and presents them like a bouquet of roses
because that is your love struck monster
he was bad before but you made him worse for yourself and only yourself
OML WHAT? Willow you didn't have to! this is no nice aaaaa I love it! it's so adorable X33 tysm!! <3333
For someone who’s beyond talented and makes the nonhuman community burst with joy:
Thank you @fl0atingbubbles /therians for the amazing artworks you’ve made for myself and my community, thought someone should return the favor so these doodles are the least I could do in return ♡♡♡
(As always with tumblr, the images are better quality when clicked on lol)
daily reminder that you are hurtling through space on a space rock, comparative size smaller than dust, and no god would care if you did your taxes
tag urself i’m lord B Y E ron
Tumblr Tuesday: National Nothing Day
That's it. That's the post.
am i dead or is that just 2020?
Anyone know what happened to the water planet at the end of The Marvels?? Like they just abandoned it wtf, Park seo-joon deserved better. Also Flurkens everywhere?? Who gets the Flurkens??
Is spongebob an furry?
Fuck You!!!!
You give them the perfect happy ending! All the evil in the past were right, they were soulmates, Ben was Ben!
And then you KILL HIM!?!
someone just needs to tell dean winchester like. that is not how people behave. i genuinely don’t think he knows! to him that is how people behave!
Frosted glass between rain and life
I run my hand through the same old withered branches,
Drenched in the same old tired rain,
Far away the sunset harbours the lost gold of
Odysseys gone by, and if the wind were to hide
Within it some unremembered glow from the land
Of unknown secrets, the evening will gently
Whisk away the covers of the coquette,
And reveal to us a maiden under the bent willow,
Sweet as the apples from the orchards where our dreams
Were buried. She will beckon for the children
To gather around the fire and tell them the story
Of Zerah and Zulamith, whilst we twist the
Slender branches of the cherry tree into a throne
Fit for the brides of heaven to recline on,
Place at the altar a wreath of dead roses,
And hope that the silent fragrance borne to the shore
Is enough for the sea to give up the child
She drew to her heart in death’s storm.
…
And dare I tag anyone? @pollosky-in-blue perhaps you’ll like the story?
When you don't have enough sand to use your gift but you've got plenty of rats on hand 👍🏽🐀⌛
Whoever said writing isn't therapy? I don't need a couch and a person to talk to, I just need a pen and pad to vomit out all of my feelings, hurts and wants, desires, fears, and dreams.
Fuck y'all saying writing myself into characters isn't technically correct? I breathe them out from entries of my journal, they're inside of me. How the hell else am I going to tell the stories I want when I'm not in there myself.
Whack.
I’m not from the USA so forgive me my confusion...but why does a school even need cops? I live in Belgium and we had cops over like,once in my entire school career, to teach us to safely drive our bicycles in the traffic of all things.
For more perspective…
1.7 million students are in schools with police but no counselors.
6 million students are in schools with police but no school psychologists.
10 million students are in schools with police but no social workers.
I`m honestly praying for some Karmic justice to bite James in the ass and throw him face first straight into the dirt!
If I was Logan I would tweet “fuck williams” and then turn off my phone
happy birthday to all the unhinged women out there. be bitchy, grow muscle, be amazing, be pathetic, create the most beautiful pieces of art, dont shower for a month, be sad, be happy, cry alone, ask for help, be violent, be remorseful, learn, study, rot in bed, lose your sense of empathy, be good, be kind, teach, command, follow, breathe, create create create, be angry, destroy, be inconsistent, be obsessive, be organised, be compulsive, do horrible things, do amazing things, ask for forgiveness
maybe you do not deserve to be forgiven, maybe we are nothing more than our shortcomings...
if we are only bad things, what does that make us, if not the perfect ground to start rebuilding.
maybe you cant be so morally good that you would give yourself and everything to a partner, maybe your habits make you uncomfortable to be around, maybe you aren't goodness personified.
but what does that mean?
just, we should never have to hide parts of ourselves or pretend that they're accidents or slip ups. Sometimes we do bad things, on purpose, sometimes we smell like shit and are irritable and we don't try to repress it.
should we try to minimise other's pain?
probably, and if we hurt someone because of something that we did on purpose we ask for forgiveness.
do we have to be perfect before we ever enter society? thats how it feels like sometimes.
do bad things, but ultimately, try to be a good person.women
This is the pinnacle of art.
I mean, it spans the full range of emotion. Mystery and curiosity, struggle and anger, generosity and adorableness, it has it all. And what greater art is there than cats?
babies!!!
art by: watercatlor - pls do not remove credit
"Demon Star," "The Highest Rank," or "The Steaming Pile of Shit with Two Flies."