Emesis orichalceus
i need everyone to understand the poetry of curly turning a blind eye to anya’s suffering only to be robbed of his autonomy and voice as she was and then forced to observe jimmy’s crimes and the abuse of his own body
yes i’m gonna buy 827161 lip glosses/balms no you can’t stop me
Sabía que piedra ganaba siempre
i am so violently sick of advertising. its everywhere it creeps into every inch of reality that it physically can theres no escape from how invasive it is. cant even rickroll people anymore because theyll just get a 30 second advert for car insurance
tbh the longer u think about polle being a vessel/mouthpiece for anyas pain (like bro their text colors r the SAME COLOR. in a game that assigns everyone unique text colors) and her hatred/resentment toward jimmy and the fact that would mean hes aware of what he did to her on a subconscious level and haunted by it (literally personifying it as a giant pursuing monster) and yet he STILL refuses to regard her as a human being. filling her in his mind as a mascot
the 'ive found myself sexually attracted to cartoon horses'
the fact that anya places her sleeping bag underneath polles statue, who is motion activated... likely as a way to protect herself...
the final speech polle gives. 'poor you. caged and alone'
and importantly. when jimmy tries to throw anyas words back in her face - 'our worst moments dont make us monsters-' polle cuts him off. 'HOLD ON! WAIT A MINUTE! if thats true... why are you still so concerned with HIM' accusatorially... like THATS who you feel sorry for? THATS what you think your worst moment was?
anyway sometimes the relationship between a woman who deserved better and a little cartoon horse mascot is so beautiful. to ME
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yall. yall.
Even the goddamn magats are upset.
everyone reblog this and tag what your partner pokemon would be if pokemon were real mine would be scolipede
🤍blessings are on the way🤍
that feel when you’re bundled in blankets and your fists are bunched in the blankets and you’re hugging the blankets and ur cozy and soft, reblog if u agree