"Oh, Geralt, I Think It's Broken!" Jaskier Wailed From Where He Was Sat In The Mud.

Jennifer’s Body (2009) dir. Karyn Kusama

Your most recent emoji describes your mother’s thoughts when you were born

all azhar does is exhibit authority issues, act dramatic, plot revenge, set shit on fire, commit atrocities, simp for ella and cry

I have been thinking of the ways we tell people things. My father's hands shake, but he holds the phone up so I can watch the video from six feet away. My mother emails me the recipe of her beef stroganoff at 6 in the morning with the comment - woke up and didn't want to forget to do this! On the highway, we sing so loudly my voice grows hoarse; on the beach I sneak nice rocks into people's hands so they have something to hold; on the floor we all sit quietly in the same agreeable silence. We are all saying the same thing.

My friends say "Oh you know, keeping busy." This means they are having a hard time but making themselves survive it. I ask them to help me walk me dog; this is me telling them it's okay sometimes to just be present and talk about young adult fiction. When I cancel again because I can't get out of bed, she tells me she's on her way with cookies.

I point out the sunset. She shares her fork before I ask for it. He calls me at 1 AM just because I'm on the road alone, we talk about stupid shit. She waits for me to get indoors safely before driving away. He says - nah, forget it, I'm happy to do it for free.

People are saying it, you know? They say it often and loudly. Sometimes, you know - you just have to be listening.

this is a burner blog so my abusers dont find me but i really need financial support so i can afford to leave my abusers' home and live away from them. i dont want to get to much into it because it'll possibly be triggering but my mother and brother have been beating and abusing me since i was a child. i came out as trans / gay and while i was expecting it to be bad, i didnt expect to be completely neglected or beaten with barely any inbetween. please signal boost this or reblog or something - i just need to leave this house before something worse happens. thank you for reading this, remember you dont HAVE to donate, a rt is enough, but it does help me out!

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it's been a while

WHAT IS WRONG WITH US?

Holding rag in this darkness, I keep cleaning the rotten carpet of ethics. Knees are bruising, But my hands keep moving, The mind can’t comprehend how to stop. Eyes can’t adapt to the pitch dark. But ears are alert, Realization dawns, You all are here too.

Some scratching softly, Some rubbing too vigorously. I know that I’m not alone. How come there are so many of us? Trying to remove these stains in the darkness, and hoping for a glimpse of white. Cleaning this tainted carpet of ethics.

What is wrong with us? This house is full of bodies without guts. Few are dancing like puppets, freed on the condition of being muppets. Some keep peeing all over it, Others keep cleaning all their shit. The smell of this home is atrocious, It makes me nauseous.

They are covering the skin of God in red, and if we whispered, we are bad. If and only if, I can know about their scale, I might try not to fail.

Let’s get a new carpet. Stop dreaming about turning this obsidian into white.

LEPTIR CHAHAR

You just said you had a problem with contraception, you think people can’t read now?

I said i don't agree with it

You said i don't allow women to make choices for their bodies.

Right...

I don't know why you are taking things out of context.