play hookie

psychic: *reads my mind*

me: to days of inspiration playing hooky making something out of nothing the need to express to communicate to going against the grain going insane going maAAAAAAd to loving tension no pension to mOre than one dimension to starving for attention hating convention not to mention of course hating dear old mom and dAAAAAAAAd to riding your bike midday past the three-piece suits to frUIts to no absolutes to absolut to choice to the village voiiiice to aNY PASSING FAD to being an us for once instead oF A THEEEEEM LA VIE BOHEEEEEEEME !!!! LA VIE BOHEME !!! hey mIster shes my sister so thats five miso soup four seaweed salad three soy burger dinner two tofu dog platter and one pasta with meatless balls ew it tastes the same if you close your eyes and thirteen orders of fries is that it here WINE AND BEER to hAnd crafted bEErs made in local brEwerIEs to yoga to yoghurt to rice and beans and cheese to leather to dildos to curry vindaloo to huevos rancheros and maya angelou emotion devotion to causing a commotion ceation vacation MUCHO MASTURBATION

psychic: what the fuck

Sk8er Girl CH2 (Trixya)- Squeaky Pink
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Trixya!HS AU. Trixie is a nerdy, girly girl with bows and frills. Katya is a skater chick with scuffed knees and a  Flazéda attitude. When they’re assigned as lab partners, can they discover chemistry together?

Or: She was a sk8er girl. She said see you later girl. She wasn’t good enough for her (or was she?).

[AN: Pink Shrooms aka Squeaky Pink. We’re writing this together but alternating chapters and POVs. Pinky is Trixie’s POV and Squeaky is Katya’s POV. We wanted to write the ending of this chapter based on the actual experience of a friend. The goal was to emulate life it its honest, messy way.]

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you how much the “you’re just doing this for attention” rhetoric affects people in a whole bunch of things in life. when i first realized i was bi there were months afterwards where i was like “maybe im just straight and im doing this to feel more special” even tho i had clearly acknowledged my attraction to other women and i had felt so much more comfortable w myself after accepting that. for a few months i was getting headaches and eye aches and i got glasses and they went away but for a while afterward i was like “i sure hope no one realizes i just got these glasses just because i think they look cute and my vision is actually fine” even tho my doctor told me that my eyes were stressed from over focusing to compensate for my farsightedness. every time i got sick and skipped school i was like “i shouldn’t play hookie i should have gone to school” even if i was laying in bed with a fever

joker arriving to dick’s fancy private school bruce specifically enrolled him in, to drop him off. but as dick is walking joker rolls down his window all slyly and tells him he should play hooky with ol’ Jokes today. but all of a sudden, babs comes by outta flippin no where and rolls up the window with joker’s fingers. stay in school kids or the commissioner will find u.

I wonder if Sabo (サボ) got his name from the verb サボる(saboru). It initially stood out to me because the verb stem is written out in katakana instead of hiragana but it really stood out to me because it means to cut class/play hooky/skip school etc. (”to sabotage by slowness” is my favorite of the alternate translations because Sabotage is my all-time favorite nickname to give Sabo). So I definitely wouldn’t be surprised if that’s where Oda got his name from but, honestly, it just entertains me that the possibility of Sabo ditching an oppressive academic environment to steal money and become a pirate might literally be written into his name. 

Heroin made me king
made me Christ
I sold this pussy 4 love
I chased tha safety
tha long white hall of a

Heroin made me king
made me Christ
Kept me alive
when I wanted ta die
gimme’d a warm some
thing to
crawl inside

Heroin took my baby
took my heart an
cooked it in a spoon
Shot up tha clot
& nodded off in my

Heroin held me like God
like I was his princess
Like all the bad guys
could never get in
Like summertime & its
kills, perfumed & pleasant

lover, abuser, black eyed
drifter, honey of my heart,
cirrhosis of my soul,
tha best fuckin kisser &
killer I’ve ever known

Heroin, always patient
Eternally mine & begotten
We robbed banks, played
hooky, lied down in tha street
n tried to die, hung round
tha wrong side of south side

We hid from mouths & ran
towards gunshots
We fell asleep in cars in
gas station parking lots
We made our own fun,
cocktails, bombs

Heroin was my government
Heroin was my law

Heroin made me king
Heroin made me Christ
in his arms I loved & I died

We laughed at tha devil’s eyes
Shopped for lingerie & key lime pie
Wasted away by tha underpass
where tha junkies always shaked n
cried & we laughed at em
We were too high to come down
for anythin else around

We cut away the fat
n slaughtered all tha doves

We got inta trouble
we talked our way out of

We were dumb kids in love
In tha middle of a forever summer
Where everything was good
& nothin else mattered

I was listening to panic! at the disco and… let’s say I’ve found some pretty grantaire and e/r lyrics

this is (parts of) House of Memories:

If you’re a lover, you should know
The lonely moments just get lonelier
The longer you’re in love
Than if you were alone
Memories turn into daydreams become a taboo

I don’t want to be afraid
The deeper that I go
It takes my breath away
Soft hearts electric souls
Heart to heart and eyes to eyes
Is this taboo?

Baby we built this house
On memories
Take my picture now
Shake it til you see it
And when your fantasies
Become your legacy
Promise me a place
In your house of memories

and these are from Death of a Bachelor (I mean, the title alone is Grantaire AF)

Do I look lonely?
I see the shadows on my face
People have told me I don’t look the same
Maybe I lost weight
I’m playing hooky, with the best of the best
Put my heart on my chest, so that you can see it too


I’m cutting my mind off
It feels like my heart is going to burst
Alone at a table for two and I just wanna be served
And when you think of me am I the best you’ve ever had?
Share one more drink with me, smile even though you’re sad

there should probably be edits with these lyrics but I’m no good at it so I leave it to anyone who wants to

im-so-fully-alive  asked:

So this choir director. Where do I start with this choir director? Junior year, I had a brain tumor and was missing lots of school because of it and one day she told me to stop playing hooky, just weeks before the removal surgery! (1/2)

Then senior year, I developed POTS. The day of the Christmas dress rehearsal, my heart rate shot up to 150 and I went to urgent care. I begged the doctor for a note explaining the emergency situation even though I should’ve gone home. (2/3)

I got to the rehearsal half an hour late with a handwritten doctor note saying what happened and it was an emergency and she told me in front of 300 people that it wasn’t excused because I didn’t ask her permission to be late. (3/3)

(Last one, sorry) So enough was enough, this was all piled on top of 2 years of her emotional abuse, and I went to the principal. Even though I ended up in a mental hospital because of her, she wasn’t fired because she didn’t feel she did anything.

Holy shit, that’s so gross, I’m so sorry that happened… I’m honestly horrified, ngl. She really, really deserved to be fired for that. I really hope things are better for you now… 

-Mod rhys

So, basically, today couldn’t have gone a whole lot better really.  I played hooky  for the entire afternoon and it was GREAT.  I wore my favorite green sweater because it’s finally warm enough to and then wore probably the darkest lipstick I own as well.  Way bolder lip than I normally would do, and damn if it didn’t feel good.  It’s like I was channeling Lizzo or something.  I was feeling myself!

Then, I went and got my nails done, something I haven’t done for ages.  Nothing crazy, really, just the standard solar nails, but the pink fill is slightly glittery :D  and I’m kind of in love with it.  (I would have done holographic nails but this was kind of a hole in the wall place and they didn’t know what I was talking about, so oh well, but what I have will probably suit my day to day life better anyway).

After that, I took myself for a bit of a long drive, inspired by @stubbornbliss because she did the same thing the other day.  It was just a lovely day and so I wanted to be on the road while the weather was decent and just let music be super loud.  I got some coffee to tide me over of course, and just drove aimlessly for a while.  Was fun.  

Then I decided to stop by Sephora to do some damage….  Consider that well damaged, because I can be pretty thorough when I decide to do a thing.  After that I headed home, and guess what, y’all?  I wrote a poem.  That’s right.  I haven’t written anything in ages, and today was World Poetry Day, and I wanted to write something for it.  So, it just ended up being inclusive of things I saw or felt or did today.  It’s not a good poem, but it’s mine, and that is enough for me for today.  This evening I’ve been reading more Rothfuss and enjoying the hell outta that along with playing with a few of my new makeupy toys.  

Today was a fun day.  I’ll include a couple pics and my terrible poem under the cut because this post is already pretty damn long for me.  

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My father picked me up from school one day,
and we played hooky and went to the beach.
It was too cold to go in the water,
so we sat on a blanket and ate pizza.
When I got home,
my sneakers were full of sand,
and I dumped it on my bedroom floor.
I didn’t know the difference.
I was six.
My mother screamed at me for the mess,
but he wasn’t mad.
He said that billions of years ago,
the world shifting and the oceans moving
brought that sand to that spot on the beach,
and then I took it away.
“Every day,” he said,
“We change the world.”
Which is a nice thought,
until I think about how many days and lifetimes
I would need to bring a shoe full of sand home
until there is no beach,
until it made a difference to anyone.
Every day, we change the world,
but to change the world in a way that means anything,
that takes more time than most people have.
It never happens all at once.
It’s slow.
It’s methodical.
It’s exhausting.
We don’t all have the stomach for it.
—  Mr Robot
Death of a Bachelor
  • Aries: Put my heart on my chest so that you can see it too
  • Taurus: I'm walking the long road, watching the sky fall
  • Gemini: People have told me I don't look the same
  • Cancer: It feels like my heart is going to burst
  • Leo: I'm playing hooky with the best of the best
  • Virgo: I'm cutting my mind off
  • Libra: Alone at a table for two and I just wanna be served
  • Scorpio: I see the shadows on my face
  • Sagittarius: A lifetime of laughter
  • Capricorn: The death of a bachelor
  • Aquarius: Smile even though you're sad
  • Pisces: The lace in your dress tingles my neck, how do I live?

scully meeting william and finally getting to know her son after all these years. scully helping william with his homework and letting him play hooky every once in a while because she remembers how difficult moving to a new school can be. scully reprimanding william for having a dirty room. scully making william chicken noodle soup when he’s sick and checking in on him constantly even though william says ‘i’m fine.’ scully getting calls from william to ask for her advice. scully showing william pictures of their small, happy family before mulder left and she gave him away. scully sharing stories with william about her and mulder chasing aliens and fighting for the truth. scully hugging william every night before he goes to bed. scully finally getting to be a parent. scully finally being called mom.