I want my ovaries and uterus out of my body so badly. They leave me essentially emotionally and physically disabled once a month.

I’m so mad because this worked

help me roger

Reblogging myself because

Originally posted by gifs-for-the-masses

Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?

O_O

………my friend has made me curious

help me roger

Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director

These never work for me, but here’s to trying.

Eh Roger is cute I might as well

That fish is so happy it makes me happy.

Reblogging myself because I reblogged this yesterday and got promoted today!

oh what the hell…lol.

this is important

ROGER WORKS

Roger please work your magic I need it now more than ever.

Why not?

For Roger.

Ok!

You know what last time I did one of these my stepmother hinted at getting me a Nintendo switch so here we go

HOLY FUCK MY MONITOR JUST FIXED ITSELF AND NOW IT PLAYS SOUND AND THEN I FOUND A USB PORT ON IT SO I CAN PLUG IN MY GOOD HEADPHONES NOW THEY LIGHT UP WHEN I TURN MY TV ON AND I CAN HEAR SOUDNS FROM THEM

roger pls

Please, roger?

— Felix Gonzalez-Torres

What's the most stereotypical sun sign thing you do, or trait you have?

Saw this on fb and daaaaamn I wasn’t expecting to get attacked like that...

Taurus/Gemini here, tag yourself

I feel attacked enough to answer...

And so I sHALL 🤡

1. Of course I am. As any Pisces, I live in my own head and tend to create my own reality, rules, and ways of existing. And since I tend to idealise and romanticise life in general, I tend to stay as far away from following others as possible. I probably don’t give as much of a crap about convention and what others do and what I’m “supposed to do” as I should. I also don’t tend to like others’ company much and rarely seek it out, much less follow others and live in their shadow. I find other people tiring and above all hate doing and feeling things that don’t come from me. My pet-peeve is being told what to do, and I find that I have this in common with most Pisces I know. Others’ influence on me is something I avoid very much, especially because it’s so easy for others to influence me negatively considering Pisces is so empathetic. For me, it’s my way or no way. I don’t honestly know where this “follower” stereotype really comes from. Not that Pisces are often leaders either, I’d say we’re kinda... lone wolves...? That sounds cocky and kinda corny, but I don’t mean it in that way. Pisces very simply live in their own heads and carve their own paths, however far they stray from trodden ones. They are not only fairly unaware of the world and people around them, but are severely uninterested in them. I’ve found that this makes us incapable of following others, really. In fact, I have never met a Pisces that didn’t march to the beat of their own drum and follow their own heart, and I know eight of them.

2. To be completely honest, because it’s easier. It’s not that I don’t fight for myself. I do in the long run and on a grander scheme, or when I’m comfortable enough in a relationship to know fighting back when I believe something wrong has been said or done won’t result in its end. However, when it comes to small things and insignificant favors or arguments, it’s much easier to let go and just kinda let ppl walk over me. It doesn’t feel great, but it also doesn’t matter to me. They get what they want, and I get to go home knowing I don’t have grudges to worry about. It also helps bc that way, I let ppl think I am what they want, and I get away with much more behind their backs — not to sound like a sociopath.

3. No. I’ll give you that one. I do not. It may be my mild depression, but I uh... I don’t value myself very highly, and so I don’t value my opinions and thoughts very highly either. That doesn’t mean I don’t have them, though, or that I don’t find that they give me a lot of strength and make me who I am. I just don’t think they matter. And I also think that part of that comes from the individualistic mentality Pisces has, where I don’t value others’ opinions incredibly highly, and since it’s a two way street, so to speak, I don’t expect others to value my opinions all that highly either. I think that to an extent it’s healthy to keep this mentality, too, because it keeps egos in check. As in, I don’t care what you think of my lifestyle or career choice or hair, and so I don’t voice my opinion on yours either because it just does not matter. Above all else, I believe your choices are your own, so we all should care a bit less about what other people think anyway. However, Pisces probably take this mentality a bit further and devalue their opinions even when they have weight, and I’m as guilty of that as any other Pisces I know.

4. No, I will not reveal myself, and, yes, I will go on putting up an innocent facade. Pisces are more sly than you think, and much like Geminis, they know how to read people and become what they wanna see. Not only does that make it easy to get along with people I may not necessarily like, it also makes it easier to get away with things I want to do that others may otherwise disapprove of or prevent me from doing. Besides, if I value you, I’ll show you my true self, and if I don’t, there is no need to risk disappointment in you and your reaction to me. Still, I wouldn’t call this being “fake” because rather than putting on a false persona, I am merely keeping aspects of myself from people who would not appreciate them. And I think that it’s fairly healthy 🤷🏻‍♀️. It avoids conflict, ensures good work and school relationships, and keeps my life private and myself sane since I’m not worried what others think of me as they don’t actually know the real me unless I trust and value them enough.

to all my black friends, mutuals and followers on here:

well what is this all about, then? i ask god in a dream. and it will grasp me by the forearms like i am a companion and fellow soldier in the trenches fighting a war for men in suits that do not know me. its head cannot decide if it wishes to be a jackal or my mother or a spear of gladiolus glistening beating-heart red.

it tells me, why does it matter? what i put you on this earth to do? must i have had a reason? must i have some grand cosmic plan to give you meaning?

i did not create you for any reason at all, anything you have done, you have done by yourselves, to yourselves, for yourselves. i did not ever stay your hands nor did i ever guide it. does that make you sad? does that make you less? no!

the god who clutches me into an embrace like a drowning man to a splinter of sodden driftwood whispers into my ear a voice that could be blinding sunlight muted to a dull and warm orange beneath my eyelids. it says to me, i didn't put you on this earth for any reason and you should be proud and be afraid that each of your actions has always been, will always be, your own. every hateful word you said and every time you held your loved one's hand, every time you saved a life and every time you turned your eyes away, all of it is always yourself alone.

and its voice fades as i wake up. and it asks me, isn't that the greatest gift i could ever give you, child? whatever you do it is your own choice. whatever others do unto you is their own choice. and nothing you ever do will change that or matter. isnt that amazing? how beautiful. i wake up.

Fallen Angel

She’s cursed to know of war and hate,

To know of love and loss,

She takes her seat, atop the hill

Of grass and mud and moss.

She rests her head upon a lay,

She sits upon a throne,

The pillow made of stone, slate grey,

The throne corroding bone.

She watches as we waste away,

Drunk on our despair.

She sits and watches, it’s her curse

She cannot look away.

She cannot fathom just what sin

She’s being punished for;

She’s sure she cannot be of earth

For earthly sin repulses her.

She does not know what she has done

To be this cursed world’s ward.

She learns to cry till she is numb,

To never trust a word.

She yearns for peace, a long lost love,

She yearns to know the truth,

She yearns to leave this all behind,

To run and never turn to look.

u know whats wild. everyone on here like 20 and when i first joined everyone was like 14 15. u ask anybody n they been here for years. nobody new on here. staff locked the doors n were all Stuck Inside

Tag your current age and how old you were when you joined Tumblr

I’ve been on here five years. Oof.

i want to write a novel by candlelight. walk on the brittle floors and hear the wood creak. play the violin and write poems. spread the strawberry jam on my toast, but not before being accompanied by a delicious lemon tea. to look out the windows at the fluttering butterflies and occupying a large space in the garden and orchard with their fresh vegetables, almost crying out for them to prepare with them the richest of hearty and delicious soups. let the air play for my hair and dance with the wind. my feet feel the grass fresh after a thorough drizzle

TW Don’t kill yourself today

Don’t kill yourself today

Because your Netflix trial still has a week left

Don’t kill yourself today

Because no one else will finish off the chicken in the fridge

Don’t kill yourself today

Because I know for a fact that Starbucks is releasing a new Frappuccino sometime next month

Yes, your mother will miss you

Yes your bully will make a sappy Facebook post about how what a a wonderful person you were

And yes

Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem

You know that

You’ve known that

Everyone and anyone has been shoving that down your throat since they first learned what the word suicide meant

So don’t kill yourself

Until you finish your shampoo and conditioner at the same time

Don’t kill yourself

Until Doctor Who is finally cancelled

Don’t kill yourself

Until you tell someone your best pasta recipe 

Don’t kill yourself 

Because I will keep coming up with reasons for you not to

And I need you

To hear all of them

Don’t kill yourself

I love you

You’re important

It’s a bad day

Not a bad life

There is more to this

The world will keep spinning on its axis without you

But

Think of all the sunrises you’d miss

I know this sounds pointless

But when you’re sitting in front of everything deadly you own

Revising your goodbyes

There will be too much darkness 

To see anything else

But this is not about seeing anything else

This is about turning off the lights

This is about finding the bed instead of the noose

This is about giving yourself one more day

Even if it takes ten thousand of those

One more morning’s

Until

“I can’t wait for tomorrow”

This is about staying alive

Because there’s gonna be a new Marvel movie

No one should miss that

This is about staying alive

Because the future is coming 

And it’s ready for you

I don’ t need you to see it

I just need you to believe you can make it 

Until then

- Hannah Dains

You know what? I just want to live in the middle of the forest in a giant mysterious mansion with my shirt halfway unbuttoned and my collar high. I only want to go into town to gather the essentials and seduce the townsfolk, becoming a local legend and a force to be reckoned with. I want rumors on people’s lips of how they once saw me chopping wood or heard my voice croaking out a melody when they went too deep into the woods. I want people to doubt that I really exist even after they’ve seen me with their own eyes or even gotten to touch me with their own hands. I want to know that I have admirers that are too far away and enemies that are far too close. I want to disappear into the night away from everyone and everything, to a place where I know that I belong, to a place I know that I’ll be safe. That’s all.

How sickly sweet, this song of night,

How wonderful her blush.

How forlorn she is, her head bowed down

How radiant despite.

The smell of dusty tomes and stars,

Her darkness blinding bright.

She does not know it,

How unaware,

How beautiful, the sight!