So I was tagged by @dontcallmequeer to have ten images that describe where I am rn? I guess? And I feel like I suck at stuff and I'm emotional and barely have a handle on my BPD and am like 5 seconds from having a panic attack so... Yeah
some of y’all need to take a shower but like for your personality
Some of u need both
Me, telling the sad cats that I'm sad too
If Squidward = Edward and Squilliam = William then tag this post with ur Squid name
Mine is Squick
pouring one out for the folks that come out of this named Squart
Squessica
Squash
I don't wanna squash u!
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Squorne
Now, this might sound really corrupt, but I think in some ways, the stereotypes that surround lesbians set me up for a lot of disappointment - in media and mainstream lgtbq culture there’s this stereotype of mean, nasty lesbians who don’t shave, who hate men, who are butch, and who reject all social normalcy in order to embrace a full-fledged dykehood that’s filled with the outdoors, social involvement, and the unashamed love of women. Instead, rarely do millennial girls and young women even identify as lesbians (wlw, sapphic, girls who like girls), and if they do, they adamantly deny any ties to radical lesbian culture, they cling to femininity as if their life depends on it despite being cosmopolitan white girls with good home lives at zero risk of blowback, they run “sapphic” blogs that celebrate conventionally attractive women while disowning all the ugly “others.” In online lesbian circles, the term “butch” means a girl who maybe has short hair but still wears makeup, shaves, and passes the “are you an acceptable woman” benchmark with flying colors - the real butches, bois, and bulldykes are the ones who fall victim to Autostraddle thinkpieces about the “privilege” of masculinity. Every day, I’m bombarded with quirky sapphic messages telling me it’s okay to be “cute, soft, and gentle” despite that being exactly what’s been expected of me my whole life. This message has traumatized me and other girls for the entirety of our childhoods - how is this progressive? I’m told that “lesbians are so pure, angelic, ethereal” on the same blog that insinuates all butch women are predators seeking to violate sapphic safe spaces with their “masculine energy.” I don’t know, maybe it’s wrong of me, but I want the “bad lesbians,” the ones who are ugly, strong, unafraid, complex, butch, brown, black, and society’s enemy. I want the u-haulers and butches with seven cats, I want the women who love and fuck and fight and get their hands dirty, I want poor dykes and tired dykes - I want the dykes, not the sapphics.
Tbh I cba to shave my legs anymore and I wanna cut my hair all short and get strong, I still wear makeup but not to be dainty and pretty, to be bright and bold and angry. Fuck what we're told, fuck trying to avoid the stereotypes, fuck whatever masculine energy is.
i made an aesthetic generator now you can discover urself
ghost queer. yes.
Nature priest??
bitcoin deity
gay hippie. nice
DEATH FARMER
kitsch lolita
"Do you want to come out to dinner with my friends?"
"there's hummus"
who wants to be my punk girlfriend with dyed hair and a denim jacket with 13 patches and a myriad of faded band tees
who wants to be my skater girlfriend with snapbacks and high-top vans who can teach me how to actually skate well on my expensive board i never use
who wants to be my rebel girlfriend who pierced her own nose and has tattoos she got when she was 15 on her wrists who will hold my hand at the mall in front of all the older people who look at us weird
who wants to be my cuddly girlfriend who spends all day at the little starbucks inside barnes and noble who always wears sweatshirts and ties up her hair messily so she can keep her hair out of her face
who wants to be my domestic girlfriend who somehow learned how to cook and bake who watches netflix with me until 3 am and lets me braid her hair even though i’m not very good at it
who wants to be my artsy girlfriend who i take to the local art musuems and the zoo to take pictures and shows me her photo albums and sketchbooks full of half-finished doodles while she wears her jeans which always manage to have paint stains
who wants to be my night owl girlfriend who texts me at 2 am and tells me a strange idea she had in the shower and plays the sims for hours on end after a late night snack of monster and cheetos
who wants to be my activist girlfriend who isn’t afraid to stand up for people who can’t and takes me to pride and helps people to see the good in everyone
who wants to be my feminine girlfriend who teaches me how to do my makeup and looks pretty in every outfit she owns who is genuinely excited when i bring her flowers
who wants to be my girlfriend
big gay mood
you ever wonder how many people you’re in the “we’re friends but i would kiss you if you asked” club with
literally zero.
Most of my friends are people I've slept with sooo...
It's spring it's spring and the sun can warm my cold bones and shoots can sprout from my tired joints to bloom flowers on my skin. And I'll curl up in the arms of newly grown leaves and let the pain melt away again. I'll shed the skin of my weighty clothes and come out anew in something bright which glitters in the fresh gold-green light and at last, at last I can love again.
any time you see a kind of bird you dont know the name of…. that’s a ufo babes
yes what other way do you need
“I am not well; I could have built the Pyramids with the effort it takes me to cling on to life and reason.” - Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice
via @the-book-diaries
I said to my therapist: "I thought I could do well in my exams just by putting loads of effort in. But the effort I thought it would take to do well is the effort I need to get out of bed in the morning"
idk i like picking taller ppl up to instill fear in their hearts
like i know the fireman carry is designed SPECIFICALLY for this but nothing make a 200+ pound 6 ft tall man question everything he thought he knew about the world like me saying “no seriously ill pick you up right now” and him laughing until he’s in the air. then it’s just fear and confusion.
Man I wish that were me
yo treasure planet was literally the best 2d disney film ever made like the setting? the colors? the flawless transition? the gorgeous world building? the three dimensional characters? a main character who’s never pressured to get into anything remotely close to romance? complex relationships? an antagonist who has layers to his character? the soundtrack? i could go the FUCK on,
PLUS THIS SCENE?
AND THIS????
it went beyond being another retelling of treasure island in the book jims father was still present, this movie ADDED depth by turning silver into an adoptive father figure instead of just a surprise twist villain, thus adding far more weight to all subsequent interactions with him
The good guys were believable, they had flaws... The doctor had anxiety which manifested itself as self doubt, even though he was an educated, even brilliant man. Captain Amelia (who hello, was an excellent strong female character) fought so hard to be strong she refused to show weakness even when severely injured. As a child, Jim's relationship with his mother is clearly full of love, but the loss of his father and the trials of adolescence have driven them apart. Jim grew up to be a reckless adrenaline junkie, risking his life because, in his opinion, it has no worth. He is shown to be a loner, there are no characters of Jim's age in the film, but a kind-hearted one. Through the events of the film, his inner hard working nature is revealed-- he HAD to work to earn his keep, or face the wrath of Silver and the other members of the crew. And that he did, doing tasks that would have been considered demeaning.
At the end of the adventure Jim is something he himself can be proud of, and his mother too.
And the visuals? The futuristic/victorian blend of art style? The way they adapted the cold harsh void of space into a climate with breathable air, that one can cruise across in an 18th century sailing ship, and yet still able to bring people to their deaths by falling into nothingness? Nothing short of incredible.
I don't think Disney will bring back something like that. 2D animation is expensive and labour intensive (not that 3D animation isn't, just less so I believe) and the film less merchandisable. The muted, earthy tones of the characters don't transfer well to toy models, especially not next to Elsa, Moana, Tinkerbell and hundreds of other brightly coloured princesses and fairies and superheroes which seem to make up the rest of Disney's character roster. Whilst the film is packed with bizarre looking creatures-- the setting is an integrated society of many different planets, the inhabitants of which can at least sometimes interbreed-- they all have the general air of ordinary workmen going about their working day. Extravagance is in short supply.
Jim isn't the chosen one and he doesn't have extraordinary powers. His story starts because he shows kindness to a stranger and his skills stem from his hobbies. The fact that the final action sequence relied on his skill as a solar surfer made me incredibly happy.
TL;DR: This is a really good film that's probably not gonna get revisited and that makes me sad
I really hate how stupid and fucking extra my brain is, it's all 'oh someone's birthday? Learn to sew and make something cute!' but I'M SHIT AT SEWING AND A BIT OF A PERFECTIONIST SO WHAT HAPPENS MY GUYS, WHAT FUCKING HAPPENS IS THESE POOR FUCKS DON'T GET ANY BIRTHDAY PRESENTS. I'm doing an open mic night and my brain was like 'do the song you wrote!' and I'VE NOT EVEN FINISHED WRITING THE WORDS, I HAVEN'T STARTED THE GUITAR PARTS BECAUSE I CAN'T FUCKING PLAY GUITAR AND I JUST UGH.
WHAT IS THE POINT OF BEING THIS EXTRA WHEN THERE'S NOTHING TO BACK IT UP?


