i love saying "get off my dick" even though i don't have one
i don't have a dick but you're still determined to ride it
i don’t know if i’ve ever posted about this before but this is the actual house i wrote house in nebraska about. it’s called the wasden house, it’s by the highway just south of quitman, georgia. a man killed his sister and her husband in 1937 there because they threatened to commit him to an asylum. an old friend of mine used to live down the road, we would drive by it all the time right after high school and i’d daydream about it constantly. i hope it goes up for sale every day.
boys need to be bloody and pathetic more often . they need to be whiny and whimpery and desperate i think.
"s3 should give us more "feral"/morally dubious Van" I say into the mic.
The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.
"She's right," they say. I look for the owner of the voice. There in the fifth row stands: LIV HEWSON-
Your beauty is not defined by how many people want to get with you. Beauty is subjektive, lots of people find you very attractive and lots of them have other preferences. Lots of people look at you and think "I like their style", or "they have a cute face", and you will never know. People aren't filled with hateful thoughts when looking at you. People are busy wondering about what others think about them.
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Hello i'm a normal person here's some stuff i drew to illustrate different traits different "person getting controlled" tropes can have
also the hunt was crazy bc yeah they spent all day making this plan to try to get lottie help and not actually kill each other and they were all on board and shauna dulled all the knives but then she drew the queen card and they put the masks on and like…. shauna not being able to tell if they were serious or not. and it was so good bc *I* couldnt tell if they were for real or not!!!! for a second there!!! like you knew their plan wasnt to kill shauna but theres a second where its like. are they all about to surrender to the wilderness and just commit to it? and shaunas doing her little mom half-jog away like “no lol you guys arent gonna kill me” but then the fear sets in. the threshold between real and not real is so thin.
shauna wanting to be the antler queen got me thinking about how much her and misty are alike.. misty who is lonely and longs to be loved, to be seen, to have a friend. shauna who is alone and longs to be adored, to be revered, to be bowed to. all misty wants is a friend, all shauna wants is someone who will bow to her. jackie wouldn’t bow to her so shauna became jackie and bowed to her at her altar.
do you think callie is maybe just now saying to herself "huh. maybe mom did actually kill that rabbit for dinner a while ago"
