i’m watching american psycho and i see Nothing wrong with bateman sorry am i missing something
lmaoooo this girl so mad
twas real sexy of mr giacchino to write the incredibles Like That
jsyk I’m taking commissions
they wear their shades at night so they can slay shades
“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem and he called it ‘Chops’ because that was the name of his dog and that’s what it was all about. And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star and his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts.
That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo and he let them sing on the bus and his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair and his mother and father kissed a lot and the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X’s and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it.
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem and he called it “Autumn” because that was the name of the season and that’s what it was all about and his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint and the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars and left butts on the pews and sometimes they would burn holes.
That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames and the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus and the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot and his father never tucked him in bed at night and his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem and he called it “Innocence: A Question” because that was the question about his girl and that’s what it was all about and his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her.
That was the year that Father Tracy died and he forgot how the end of the Apostle’s Creed went and he caught his sister making out on the back porch and his mother and father never kissed or even talked and the girl around the corner wore too much makeup that made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do.
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed, his father snoring soundly. That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem and he called it ‘Absolutely Nothing’ Because that’s what it was really all about and he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist and he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn’t think he could reach the kitchen.”
Osoanon Nimuss (in ‘The Perks of Being a Wallflower’)
Ya know I used to get by in life by having an event to look forward to. Kept me going you know?
whats stopping me from applying the red thread trope to blake / ren too huh
what are my feelings anymore
Bold what applies. italicize what is verse-dependent and/or situational.
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Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Thick thighs. Toned thighs. Skinny arms. Soft arms. Toned arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Child pudge. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Claws. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Small waist. Average waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Paws. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Narrow shoulders. Broad shoulders. Average shoulders. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight. Big ears.
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[ HAIR ]
Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Afro. Mullet. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Past hip-length. Buzz cut. Bald. Weave. Hair extensions. Jaw length. Layered. Mohawk. PonyTail. Dreadlocks. Box braids. Faux locks. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Strawberry Blonde. Ombre. Ash brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Golden brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Red. Auburn. Blue-Green. Mint. Dyed. Forest Green. Mutant. Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows. Plucked eyebrows.
[ TATTOOS / PIERCINGS ]
Full sleeve. Thigh tattoo. Neck tattoo. Chest tattoo. Back tattoo. Shoulder blade tattoo. One tattoo. Face tattoo. Hand tattoo. A few here and there. Multiple. No tattoos. Monroe piercing. Nose piercing. Septum. Nipple piercing(s). Genital piercing(s). Industrial piercings. Earlobe piercings. Prince Albert piercing. Eyebrow piercing(s). Tongue piercing(s). Lip piercing(s).Top of the ear. Tragus piercing. Angel bites. Labret. Stretched out ears. Navel piercing. Inverse navel piercing. Cheek piercing(s). Smiley. Nape piercing(s). No piercings.
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Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Nude lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears war paint from time to time. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Rarely wears make-up.
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Floral. Herbal. Earthy. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Fur. Sweat. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Fire. Cold. Fresh. Metal. Rain. Chemicals. Sea.
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Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/Form-fitting dress. Cardigans. Tunic. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt. Sports-T-shirt. Sweatpants. Tanktop. Cut off t-shirt. Designer. High street. Leather jacket. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress. Tie + Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. Uniform. High slit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Waistcoat. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harem pants. Basketball shorts. Boxers/Boxer-Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sportsbra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Cotton. Linen. Silk. Lace. Leather. Velvet. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Light colors. White. Black. Dark colours. Fur/Fauxfur. Revealing clothing. Heavy armor. Medium armor. Light Armor. Magnificent hats. Helmet. Fingerless gloves.
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Sneakers. Slip-ons. Flats. Slippers. Sandals. High heels. Kitten heels. Ankle boots. Combat boots. Knee-high. Platforms. Stripper heels. Bare feet. Loafers. Oxfords. Gladiator shoes. Leather boots.
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If anyone’s interested, I’m currently writing a whole album about my experiences with dissociation and trauma and just life in general.
It’s gonna be called Absolutely Nothing and the concept is 95% out of spite of my ex because she’s started writing mean poetry about me, and I happen to know her favorite poem is Absolutely Nothing, especially the last stanza (TW: implies self harm)
So the album art will be a view of me next to the bathroom door which has a (fake) blood stained brown paper bag on the door handle which has a verse from the title track (Absolutely Nothing) and I’ll write an A on the bottom of it.
I think it’s kinda cool how everything seems to be coming together as a concept, especially as “Absolutely Nothing” is the only answer I can usually think of when someone asks me what I feel when I dissociate.
Also, (I’m not diagnosed with DID or OSDD, don’t come at me) each song will be made by what I can only describe as each of my alters, or at least each different states of being that I experience, and they get to have their own type of genre and it’s gonna flow pretty well with the ideas I have.
There’s gonna be everything from pop to EDM, to metalcore, to rap, and some stuff inbetween.
Also one of the songs have a part one and part two, the first to be played mid way through the album and the latter to be at the end. Then in the future there will be a part 3 and 4. Each part is a different genre with the same chorus but from a different perspective and I think it’s really cool.
The only problem is, because of my mental health (and general laziness) it’s gonna take a lot longer than it probably should :/
If you’re a musician and wanna help that’d be great lmao
Updates when anything interesting happens ^_^
Nothing is more important to me than your happiness.
wh yare my calves so big klfhslkfhd i need to start skipping leg day
Y'all ever just get into an “Another One Bites the Dust” mood where you can’t get it out of your head and you can feel the bassline throughout your entire body. Where it just completely consumes your every move and overwhelms your last braincell? Cause yeah that’s me rn
Hello it is me. I am back.If I don’t delete my tumblr at least once a year in an impulsive fit of disgust then I have been taken over by alien parasites and I want someone to kill me on sight.