you know what place

It’s easy to guess where the cold spots on the bed are because they crop up in the same places, when you know what warm is and you are without it. No, it doesn’t last long and it gets taken up by your own skin, you soak it up and forget there was ever anything else there before.

There are actions that result in pain and one repeats them but more often than not, there are also moments that stop you with the air and force you to look at anything that reflects, just to ensure you see where you could do differently and you do not.

Smoke can be very useful but there is no substitute for bare heat or cold. I don’t regret letting anyone in because I’m still standing and I’ve got all this pain to make things out of. I cut skin off trees and called it crafting, pulled memories from a single perspective and said it conjured hidden things.

But I don’t forget, not the best things, the ones that made me feel you were worth remembering, and if there is any happiness in my actions it’s because I feel they are my own again.

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heyy since it’s no shame november does this mean i can post my incredibly self indulgent au…….. ok good

ok so in all honesty wild times always reminded me of tiana’s palace and at first it was just for fun but then i got reeeally invested heheeee,,,, (also yes judy is naveen in case you were wondering bppt) hope you enjoy because i might draw more of this

also trish drew this au too so you guys should check that out because it’s a really good drawing

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We used to love each other before. You used to trace my spine and lighten up my world with your smile. We were perfect back then, but everything was ruined. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to win you back. I just want to exhaust the remaining things about you, inside.
You know what, I still hate you after all those years. It’s been six years, to be exact. And every single day, I hate your existence. When there’s a time that I reminisce our past, it makes me feel sick. I don’t know what made me fell in love with you in the first place and how everything went from good to worse. You were the worst thing that ever happened to me.
I hate you for being so selfish and never tried to shut your mouth and let me win an argument. You didn’t hold my hand and stop me from leaving for that night. You just let me walk away and made me feel that you never loved me. You think only about your happiness, you never paid attention to my details. You never asked if I’m still happy, you think only about yourself.
I hate you for painting my world with your colors and made me used to love them. And now you were gone, it makes me insane because I see them every day. I tried to hide everything through smiles, but my eyes never stopped bleeding them. There’s no way I could escape because you planted flowers inside my chest and it continues to breathe your stupid name. I couldn’t breathe on my own.
I hate you for making me believe in your promises that you will stay, no matter what happens.
I hate you for being a part of my life, for scarring my heart with your love. You build walls around me with your kindest words and now that you were in love with someone else, I don’t know how to climb up, explore the world and start all over again. I’m afraid to jump on my own because you made me believe that fear won’t exist if you were here. I’m still afraid.
I hate you for making me in love with your favorite song. After six years, it’s still playing in my head.
I hate you, let me move on.
—  E.J. Cenita, A Letter For Someone I Hate The Most

k but makeup isnt “war paint” and pressuring women to wear makeup to be “feminist enough” is like u know shitty? and u know … materially no different from simply pressuring women to wear makeup in the first place … which is like you know what our patriarchal society does lol??? if u wanna wear makeup thats fine but like dont fuckin… pressure other women to do it. goddamn.

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this is the post @wockenxfuss​ is referring to:

https://tianasweets.tumblr.com/post/155588019596/just-curious-if-youre-all-about-diversity 

Uhm, sorry I don’t mean to just crap on your feed because I really like it anyways

+ then proceeds to do exactly that …i can’t stand passive aggression esp. when you’re not really saying anything of value

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Its the year anniversary of the Gravity Falls Finale. I’m carrying a boombox, a bouquet of roses, and a bottle of straight vodka mixed with 8 Capri suns into the woods. I locate the spot where bill cipher’s shitty stone corpse is sitting. I set down the boombox and press play. A bass-boosted version of No One Mourns the Wicked blares out into the twilight. I place the flowers on his hand, take out a lighter, and set them on fire, then chug as much capri-sun-vodka as I can. I pour the rest out over his eye and whisper “to the sips you’ll never take, babe”

  • *watches an anime featuring a character(s) naked*
  • Me: Ah yes, the conveniently placed bush.
  • Me: The conveniently placed fountain, of course.
  • Me: Obviously you'd pick that camera angle. Not trying to hide anything though, are we? ;)
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“i feel so lucky to have existed at the same time as you, clearly the odds were in my favor for once.“