June 2013
would u rather eat a pound of bricks or a matter baby??
whats a matter baby
nothing sweetie whats a matter with you??
I just fucking punked my friend with this thank you for enriching my life
“when your little girl
asks you if she’s pretty
your heart will drop like a wineglass
on the hardwood floor
part of you will want to say
of course you are, don’t ever question it
and the other part
the part that is clawing at
you
will want to grab her by her shoulders
look straight into the wells of
her eyes until they echo back to you
and say
you do not have to be if you don’t want to
it is not your job
both with feel right
one will feel better
she will only understand the first
when she wants to cut her hair off
or wear her brother’s clothes
you will feel the words in your
mouth like marbles
you do not have to be pretty if you don’t want to
it is not your job” —it is not your job | Caitlyn Siehl (via perfumedsecrets)
asks you if she’s pretty
your heart will drop like a wineglass
on the hardwood floor
part of you will want to say
of course you are, don’t ever question it
and the other part
the part that is clawing at
you
will want to grab her by her shoulders
look straight into the wells of
her eyes until they echo back to you
and say
you do not have to be if you don’t want to
it is not your job
both with feel right
one will feel better
she will only understand the first
when she wants to cut her hair off
or wear her brother’s clothes
you will feel the words in your
mouth like marbles
you do not have to be pretty if you don’t want to
it is not your job” —it is not your job | Caitlyn Siehl (via perfumedsecrets)
What fandoms looks like to tumblr users
What fandoms looks like to non-tumblr users
ACCURATE.
ACCURATE AS HELL.
If I were a month, I’d be November.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Sunday.
If I were a planet, I’d be Jupiter.
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a(n) anglerfish.
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a bed.
If I were a gemstone, I’d be Opal.
If I were a flower, I’d be a Dandelion.
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a thunderstorm.
If I were a color, I’d be midnight blue.
If I were an emotion, I’d be guilt or shame.
If I were a fruit, I’d be a kiwi.
If I were an element, I’d be water.
If I were a place, I’d be some small uninhabited island.
If I were a taste, I’d taste like bitterness.
If I were a scent, I’d be the smell of warm vanilla.
If I were an object, I’d be a camera.
If I were a body part, I’d be the fingertips.
If I were a song, I’d be InContext - Breathe
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be the old comfortable worn out pair that you keep for nostalgia.
If gay people don’t use the phrase “I cant think straight around you” as a pick up line. I feel like we have missed a genuinely great opportunity.
The Masters Drumbeat
Doctor Who
Tell me how long you can listen to that before it drives you mad.
I wonder how long this audio post is. I’m gonna try and listen to all of it.
Challenge accepted.
((I’m still listening to it. About halfway done. I’ll be playing this until I go crazy and have to turn it off.))
((I’m hoping Eleven took her pills… -plays-))
I’m almost done. And I’ve started laughing. Why am I laughing.
wow the master listened to this all his life fuck that
i’m only a minute in and i’ve already got a headache
I barely started to listen to it.
As it started, I immediately felt myself “leave” everything I was doing. Writing, listening to conversations, and just hear the drums. They weren’t bad, but they made me think of bad things. Things that I wanted to do to people. I sincerely wanted to hurt people.Now my head hurts…
I’M DONE
I listened to the whole thing.
And I’m almost crying.
How did he live with that pounding away inside his head.
How.
I sat here for a solid 3 minutes just tapping it.
Over. And over. And over. And over.
It. Does. Not. Stop.
The hardest part for me was after it ended. Like, the silence in the air was too much, too different, overwhelmingly empty.
^the emptiness is scary. Like, I can almost still hear the beat faintly in the background and I want to make it louder but it just stays on the edge of my hearing range. I have this weird sensation that I want to do something. Something not entirely good and it’s kind of freaking me out.
That is all.
I tapped it out on my desk as it played and when it stopped I kept going. I tried to see how long I could keep the beat up in the silence that followed. I could but only for a minute or so before I started to forget the pace and mess up. After that there was nothing. Just silence. My brain turned off for a long moment, I felt numb and all I could think was ‘is this what it feels like to die? when the continuous and monotonous beat of life comes to an end and we’re left with nothing but the faded memory of what once was until the silence sets in. If I could regenerate, would I? Would I rather hear the same drums for the rest of my life or not live at all?’
When I went back to doing what I was before everything felt off. My mom came in and asked me something and I just stared at her for a moment before answering her in a voice that wasn’t mine.
Imagine being the Master for that short amount of time and then imagine being him for all that time.
By the end, I felt like had time had slowed down and affected everything but the drums. Like they were somehow outside of time. Also it started to sound like voices saying something but I wasn’t sure what and if I focused on it I would lose it. When it ended, the muscles in my legs tightened up and it took me a while to take a breath.
I feel like this could be an experiment in the making.
Then I started playing it again and it felt both relaxing and agitating.
The silence was more upsetting than the drumming. That emptiness just consumes you and it’s almost like shadows in the corners of your eyes, creeping around, just at the very edge of your senses. You know it’s there, but you can never catch it and for a long while it feels like it will never leave you.
Generation Y.
- Receptionist: Don't you feel like your generation is just lazy?
- Me: Lazy? I'd say apathetic.
- Receptionist: Isn't it the same?
- Me: No. My generation is criticized and toiled with, and I don't see why not - just turn on the TV and watch what they're feeding us. But my generation is not lazy. My generation fought in Iraq and Afghanistan. My generation fought for womens rights in a fury that hadn't been seen since the 19th Amendment. My generation got our first black President elected. My generation fought for Gay rights for the first time in American history. And with all that, we are apathetic, and that's because things aren't going to be better for us down the road. We are the first generation expected to make less than our parents. We are the first generation to see America lost its status as a super power. We've lived through the worst economic times since the Great Depression, and are forced to take out thousands of dollars in student loans at the same time, all while our college degrees slowly turn into a highschool diploma. We've done plenty, and expect nothing. So no, I wouldn't say we're lazy, just apathetic.
May 2013
if you’re gonna put music on during sex make sure it’s a live album so people clap for you every five minutes
The patriarchy told me my worth as person is directly proportionate to how many men want to fuck me.
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The Vasha Nerada is my spirit animal and this is why.
Thank you.
