Butterflybastard - UwU

Like to charge reblog to cast

Blocking someone annoying isn’t easy for a soft boiled egg man like me but it’s still doable. Unfollowing someone amusing who reblogs 1 insufferable post every 2 weeks tho? Way too fucking difficult. So I’ve developed a strategy that’s so stupid it actually works: Roleplaying as a yugioh antagonist.

You were being mean with neither whimsy or compassion on my dash? I whisper “Blue eyes white dra/go/ fuck yourself” [unfollowed]

Bad hot take? “Get banished to the shadow realm!” [blocked]

Please reblog and add your nationality in the tags along with what you answered! I'm very curious about this; and it's not to shame anybody, so don't be rude!

I can't keep having the same conversations about love languages, mbti, iq, bmi, "brain fully formed at 25" and shit over and over again...

Don’t let it be you

To myself, raised in an environment that glorified and romanticized restriction and suffering:

There is no victory in skipping dinner, or lunch, or breakfast, or morning coffee, or dessert.

There is no victory in refusing heaters and air conditioners and fans and heated blankets.

There is no victory in denying yourself sleep, or showers, or movement, or water, or a comfortable bed, or taking the elevator vs. the stairs.

There is no victory in refusing pain meds and heating pads and ice packs and medical help.

There is no victory in punishing yourself needlessly, in telling yourself that this pain you feel is because you are bad to the core and deserve it.

There is no victory in choking back your laughter and your tears, to keep an imagined equilibrium of safety that is really just a dry, cracked, empty, endless emotional desert.

You are here. You are in this body, and this body is yours. You deserve good things. You are alive, and that is messy and loud, and messy and loud are okay.

It’s okay to live abundantly. It’s okay to make mistakes, it’s okay to indulge. This paralysis of self-punishment, self-restriction, self-loathing is not healthy or good for you.

i've experienced popping and cracking in all of the above so i wanna know how normal this is

what was i made for?

“ophelia” by john everett millais but it’s barbie and for the sake of this concept let’s pretend that there is in fact water in barbieland

Sometimes I think about my FNAF art from 2015, and how my mum literally printed and taped it to the house's front door. They were so bad, but I was stupidly fond of wishing my old awful fnaf oc goodbye at the door every time I left

"SURVIVING"