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99% of all murders committed by women in ancient greek plays are completely justified
maybe how ken feels when he walks into the real world is how a woman would feel if she walked into barbie land
Homophobic K-pop hater: oh I bet all ur idols are gayyyyyy
Me (looking at g idle and skz posters on my wall) : uhhhh....umm... Well, I mean..... you're not wrong........ hehe..*nervous sweating*......but that's not the point..
Somebody seriously needs to ask Taylor swift if shes watched dead poets society..
kitchen fridge (november 29, 2022)
The sun is coming through the window at just the right angle and this house isn't really a home anymore. Memories ooze from the floor and fill up the room till I feel the need to run to the bathroom and throw up. The ghosts in the memories point and taunt, pictures perfect versions of who we once were.
We whispered lies through tight embrace, deceiving our bodies till they bled. Things don't ever truly change, I tell myself, we are still we. But our family lives in different states.
This house isn't really a home anymore, not with us gone. My soul left with your bodies, with dollar store sushi and Othello on the floor and nights turned to mornings. I have never used the word family to describe it but perhaps it is, ones we never had. Them turns to us and then back again.
This house is built on ghosts. They climb in through your mouth when you're sleeping, choking you up in the mornings when you see the pictures and little passing notes on the kitchen fridge. They travel down, pulling on your heartstrings, leaving a funny feeling called "ring my phone when you get the chance" in your stomach. It doubles you over with nausea. Before they go, they travel all the way down to your knees, making you think that they;re still scabbed and skinny like when you all first met. The ghosts leave you to bleed out in broad daylight. The delirious feeling brings a promise to come again.
This house was built on memories, back when it was a home. Wishbones make up the frame and Sundays build the drywall, our bodies curled out inside. Shooting stars and fallen eyelashes mark the distance between us and I keep waiting for that call, waiting to see a stranger to show up on the doorstep with their bags and a gift, something too meaningful to reduce to a three letter word like hug or maybe a three word phrase I've heard come from them before.
Grow old and grow out. Cracked bones heal over stronger, and when a good thing comes your way you'd be smart to go running after (I was never too bright). The way life simply is will never seize to sneak up on me and make my nose bleed. I want to ask if we are still an us anymore, but underneath the taped together photographs on the kitchen fridge, I know the answer.
loki: okay, yes, i may be evil and morally corrupt but i’m also incredibly beautiful and i think that makes up for it honestly
i feel like no one really wants to hear that sleep/exercise/nutrition/hydration are major factors in treating mental health issues bc we’ve all talked to that person who thinks your depression would be cured by one good session of goat yoga or whatever but unfortunately they do help and i’m chronically annoyed about it
combine your first real fandom with your current one to create a terrible, terrible au
Is this ask a fruity question or a fruity question?
Important question. What are your top 3 fruits
I realise a lot of girl’s Gay Awakenings was kiera knightly or kristen stewart which is cool phenomena tbh but I’m rlly interested in other Gay Awakenings like for example mine was morena baccarin in firefly and also gemma artenton in st trinians. CALLING ALL GAYS (boys and nb babes included)!! reblog with ur non kiera/k-stew Gay Awakening!!!
I am freaking in love with the new game Palworld. This is my Chillet Named Tundra who I love so so much. It is just a pretty game, and I am having so much fun with it <3
So you can probably expect more fanart of it in the future lol
matpat is to fnaf theorists what freud is to psychologists.