It’s not the Hollstein kisses or the incredibly gross and adorable dancing. It’s not even Mattie or the drama-rama.
It’s Papa Hollis showing Carmilla baby pictures of Laura. Do you know why? Because Carmilla is sitting next to him drinking blood out of a bottle. He’s sitting there totally casually acting like a typical parent/in-law showing a vampire pictures of the daughter he’s so ridiculously over-protective of while she displays her vampiric nature in the most obvious way. And for whatever reason, based on whatever has happened up to that point, he’s comfortable doing that.
He accepts her, and that warms my cold, emotionless heart.
Oo nga naman, eto yung pagmamahal na binuhos mo lahat lahat sa isang tao tapos babalewalain niya lang.
Masakit kung binigay mo yung effort mo para magtagal lang yung relationship niyo/sinisimulan mo pa lang siyang ligawan, tapos sasabihin niya “kulang” or “di ako yung right girl/boy para sayo”. Dapat di natin sabihin yun, malay mo magbago yung taong sinabihan mo ng ganun sa masamang paraan, sinaktan mo na nga, ikaw pa ang may kasalanan kung bakit nagbago yung taong yun.
Ano ang dapat gawin kung ikaw ay nasa sitwasyon na ganun?:
Habang maaga pa, sabihin mo na agad yung nararamdaman mo sa kanya.
Kung ayaw mo, wag mong i-entertain.
Kung gusto mo, wag ka ng magpakipot. Palandi ka na. Sayang ang mga nalalabing araw para sayo. HAHAHA, de biro lang yung “palandi”. Dapat mahalin mo rin siya ng tunay. Bow
Dapat nga, yung mga taong sobrang magmahal napupunta sa mga deserving na tao dito sa mundo. Yun lang
why are y'all gettin so shitty and mean about benewho cumberpoop?? it’s mean to call people ugly and it’s mean to misgender ppl. u can’t tell me that u have never accidentally misgendered someone. i’ve done it before but that doesn’t make me transphobic. it means i made a mistake
I went to see a local Pop punk band play in a bar called amber there was about 15 people watching them and that including girlfriends, parents and there close friends we had a few drinks and decided to support them by dancing around and singing! when there mic’s started cutting out and feeding back so while nudging the lead singer to change the mic and turn stuff down he took it the wrong way after they finished he came up to me while I was talking to a mate and grabbed my throat and tried to threaten to ‘Knock me out’ as I had no idea why he was re acting like that I said 'Alright, I talk to you outside…’ a few minutes of him shouting abuse I was waiting outside while a friend talked to him he never came out so I went to look for him bumped into him in the toilet 'I asked him what his beef was…’ He replied 'My girlfriend is here I don’t have time for people like you!'
That was the end of it and this was his reply to my drunken dig at him later on facebook 'You are nothing…’ lyrics from a Our Final Hour song which he used to be the vocalist for and quit so they wrote a song about him and got good.
Wow, time flies so fast. I miss these days. I miss the old us/you. I miss everything. I miss the way you say i love you at random times. The way you always hold my hand. The way you always want to hug me. And when you tell me everything’s going to be okay between us. I miss those days where you’re the first person to text me good morning. I miss those late night phone calls and talk about random stuff. I miss the person who’s always there for me. The person who would do anything to make me laugh when there’s a problem. The person who makes an effort for me. Where’s that person now? I want him back. You’ve changed a lot. You’re always mad at me. You don’t text me anymore even if you have credits. When i’m with you, it’s like i’m not there. I don’t know what’s going thru your mind. I don’t know if you still love me. It’s like you don’t need me anymore. I don’t know if you still want this relationship to work. And you definitely don’t know if we’re still together. Like wtf. I don’t know you anymore. What’s happening between us? For a second we’re happy then the next thing i know we’re not okay again. How is this going to work if you’re not there to help me. Ughhh, everything’s so screwed up. What’s the point in all of this? Oh take me back to the daysss. I don’t want to lose you AGAIN.
Bakit ba ang badtrip ko ngayong araw?! :| SHZ. Since the moment I woke up, I was in a bad mood. Why? What is happening to me?! Parang may bagay na di ko alam kung ano pero naiirita ako. UGGGGGHH.. I’m not usually like this, but haaaaay. :| Kapag ngingiti ako, nahihirapan lang ako huminga. SHOMAY, ano bang dapat kong gawin?!
Dad:Well, I think when you're older, you'll think back and realize how you wasted your time thinking about those kinds of things. They aren't worth your time, so you shouldn't over analyze them. Take it from your elders. We know better.
Unexpected turn of events. My parents roommates came home from a double date and invited me to play cards with them. They asked me to get them drinks and I made one for myself in the process. I started drinking, there isn’t a point to drinking unless you get drunk so with my mission in front of me I trek on. I’m watching these two couples flirt and think “Aw, gross. Everyone is getting laid tonight…forever alone.” Oh then Mom came to talk to me and said this was the third day in a row I was drinking and this time since I was drinking alone “that it’s a sign of alcoholism.” Um, I was drinking with them but they quit. Not my fault. Then Mom tells me later that Dad said he wanted to “smother her with a pillow” because she jokingly said she always has to be right. WHAT. THE. FUCK. So many different things I can say but instead I will drink this away while I listen to Eiffel 65’s “Blue” which I was actually banned from listening to when I was younger. Apparently the gibberish “I’m blue da ba dee da ba di” was interpreted as “I’m Blue, If I would bleed I would die” by my older sister and it was banned from my precious ears. So pissed because I knew those weren’t the lyrics. People hear what they want to hear. Anyways stream of drunk consciousness. I’m going to go make sure my Mom is still alive.
I guess I’m in a “redraw old stuff” kinda mood this evening. This is do over of this drawing. Not sure why I drew Syn without her braid in the other version, so that was remedied.
Man, this was such a weird, wandering story that I wrote when I was about 13. Syn and Ryse were twins born with intense arcane powers that were supposed to bring balance to the Force … oh, I mean, world. But they meet this loser named Ryhner who is dull as dishwater and has no powers and they basically destroy the kingdom because of their feud over this guy. No matter how confusing the plot is to me now, this is a story with OCs that I’ve always held very near and dear to my heart.
This trio of troublemakers is going to keep popping up indefinitely, I think.
wow. Drama Rama. let me start from the beginning because it’s the only way all of this is going to make any sense what so ever.
N, B and me are all getting ready at N’s house. being girls and putting on our faces. we get to the bar and no one’s really there yet, even though it’s 12. it’s a small town (5, 000 people) where i live, everyone pretty much knows everyone, we have one bar and they’re usually more people at that time. whatever. we get drinks, dance and do are usual thing. I think N was mad at me or something because she kept saying that i was acting bitchy and excluding her, which i didn’t realize or think i was doing. so she pieced out at one point and went to my house where we;re all supposed to be sleep. I stay and dance cause i’m feeling good, i'v been snorting the crushed caffeine pills that J gave me. B is somewhere, here and there. we end up getting invited to a party after but I decide not to go cause i have to work at 8AM. so i got my coat and was walking out the door to go home. when another one of my friends, M, walks by me and tells me “your friend B is fucking dead”. WFT? i go back inside. find them and get myself in between them to stop a fight from happening. FUCK! seriously! and we’re supposed to be adults here.
night <3 tumblr. 4.5hrs in 2 days. sleep time. DRAMA RAMA will be continued in tomorrow’s edition