• • • • she/they • • im an adult • • • • posting into the void like it's my own personal playground
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the 0 notes wont stop me from posting every single thought that crosses my mind btw. dont u guys worry about that
Do NOT. Do not. DO NOT buy fake leather
Pirate everything. Burn cds. Fight the cloud
PHYSICAL MEDIA
Tip food service workers crazy style
Smile at yr bus driver
Wear more eyeliner
Read superhero comic books
Paint more blood and gore
See saw xi in theaters
DIY OR DIE
Draw messy
LIVE MUSIC
remember that old panic at the disco is good truly
Tell people you love them
Stompy boots
My Chemical Romance
Assault a customer at your retail job
Write that weird fanfic
Watch every vampire movie ever made
Wear that crop top
Start a fire
Listen to music made by angry women
Remember that you are fucking alive and do whatever you want
can i get a hell yea if you’re still gonna be wasting your time on this website in 2014
i need writer friends so bad like i cant rely on bad feedback from people that don't write
more money
one (1) cat
every single book on my "books to buy" list
another cool rock
knees that work
ankles that work
hips that work
an airplane
Saw a thread on Twitter of "gifts to give a person with ADHD and autism" that was full of stereotypical and quite frankly patronizing items, so here's a list of I (autistic individual) want instead as a gift
Money
Fourteen billion dollars
Free coupon to kill somebody with my teeth
Suitcase full of money
Cool looking rock
Scratching post for me to sink my claws into
An albino elephant
The head of Jeff Bezos mounted on my wall
Uncooked rice
A cup full of blood
100k in cash
trying to get together my submission for a writing contest thing. process is going like this:
me: *frustratedly going through five multi-page google docs*
me: why i have written literally nothing in my lifetime
writing fics be like
i sleep better holding something
holding someone
i want to write a poem about them but it would just be another poem. im in love again
LOOK AT MY BUILD A FROG
Please take good care of them!
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry for me has the same kind of tender mysticism people associate with Vincent Van Gogh
One a writer that draws, and the other a painter that writes; both sharing the ideal of finding joy and love in the little things - joy tainted with melancholy, often, but joy nonetheless - and love. So much of it.
And both men gone too soon.
Vincent's paintings still have an impact on people, as do his letters. Antoine's writing still touches many, as do his doodles.
I can picture The Little Prince in The Wheat Fields
reblog if you’re okay with people reaching out to you to say hello & have a chat, even if it’s just for a couple minutes :)
(please reblog I need the attention)
you guys are AMAZING i have 108 responses already thank you thank you thank you
maybe 200 responses isnt too big of a goal :)
if youre were born before 1997 or after 2011 please consider taking the survey!!!! i appreciate everyones responses so much and id love to hear from a wider age range
thank you ALL so much again♡
because im so special and quirky (/s) i'm doing my research paper on modern folklore, specifically on creepypasta and its effect on pop culture and the internet!
problem is, i need lots of people to take my survey, which is where yall come in
if you have five minutes to spare i'd be forever grateful if you answered a couple questions about your experiences with creepypasta
A windy day with a moderate temperature will make you feel like you got reborn into a world that really loves you this time
because im so special and quirky (/s) i'm doing my research paper on modern folklore, specifically on creepypasta and its effect on pop culture and the internet!
problem is, i need lots of people to take my survey, which is where yall come in
if you have five minutes to spare i'd be forever grateful if you answered a couple questions about your experiences with creepypasta
So my friend asked her 7 year old niece how can she be sure that her crush likes her back and her niece answered "Because we laugh together." I will be thinking about this for the rest of my life.
sorry professor i didn not turn in the assignments because well. the cold and dark make me sleepy and sad
hey queen I'm going to need you to go to sleep. go to bed.
*writes two lines of a poem that I’m mildly pleased with*
Me: I’m literally fucking Sylvia Plath
hmm. maybe u were put on this earth to make art and write bad poetry and create silly little playlists and being kind and maybe tearing up a little bit when you see old people eating alone
One day the light told me it loved me as it played in my hair
an incomplete list of unsettling short stories I read in textbooks
the scarlet ibis
marigolds
the diamond necklace
the monkey’s paw
the open boat
the lady and the tiger
the minister’s black veil
an occurrence at owl creek bridge
a rose for emily
(I found that one by googling “short story corpse in the house,” first result)
the cask of amontillado
the yellow wallpaper
the most dangerous game
a good man is hard to find
some are well-known, some obscure, some I enjoy as an adult, all made me uncomfortable between the ages of 11-15
add your own weird shit, I wanna be literary and disturbed
For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.
im in so much pain today and i hate it. i had to cancel going to a halloween event with my roommate and their kid brother bc i cant walk any more today- even with my crutches.
Shouting and screaming and ripping my hair out. I am braver than my pain. I am stronger than my pain. I am more resilient. I won't fall into despair.
baiting the haiku bot just to say: i love you!! have a lovely day!!