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some random drawings

im still figuring out how to draw these two¯\_(˘︿˘ )_/¯

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Boxed wine is best wine cause you can use the box as a pillow :)

This asks radiates a very apathetic and nihilistic kind of fun personality, whoever you are I like you

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you can’t get to them unless you get through me

you fuck with them, you fuck with me

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in another world we don’t even need to have this conversation. in another world you already know what I want to say before I say it. there, there is no need for words. you tell me you’re afraid of being alone in the way you overfill both of our coffee mugs, the way you never make my side of the bed. I hear about your insecurities in your ever-shaking hands, all the plates they’ve dropped, all the broken glass they’ve caused. you know my last heartbreak in the way I end every phone-call with call me back when you can instead of goodbye. you know I’ve missed you when you come back to all the lights on, to the tv on full volume.

in another world we don’t have to say things to make them real. you know I love you, oh how you know I love you.

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I was not a lovable child, and I’d grown into a deeply unlovable adult. Draw a picture of my soul, and it’d be a scribble with fangs.

Gillian Flynn, Dark Places

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DASHBOARD  GAME:   CHARACTER  DETAIL!

GENERAL

NAME:   elisabet  gabriela  smith  /  sanchez   (  in  pre - marriage  or  post - divorce  verses  ). NICKNAME(S):   beth,   sweetie   (  primarily  by  her  father  ). AGE:   34  years  old  /  7  years  old   (  child  verse  ). SPECIES:   human.

PERSONAL

MORALITY:   lawful  /  neutral  /  chaotic  /  good  /  neutral  /  evil RELIGIOUS  BELIEF:   atheist  /  agnostic  scale  /  [fill in option]  /  it’s complicated SINS:   greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  /  lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath VIRTUES:   chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility  /  kindness  /  patience  /  justice PRIMARY  GOALS  IN  LIFE:   to  let  go  of  the  unhealthy  parts  of  her  attachment  to  her  father,   to  improve  her  family’s  relationships  overall.   to  rediscover  and  redefine  herself,   either  separate  from  jerry   (  in  the  post - divorce  verse  ),   or  alongside  him. LANGUAGES  KNOWN:   english.   high  school  level  french.   she  learns  spanish  later  in  life.   she  also  learns  how  to  fluently  read  several  alien  languages. SECRETS:   now  that  she  knows  she  possesses  it  for  sure,   she  keeps  her  intelligence  secret  from  most  people,   having  learned  from  watching  her  father  that  toting  it  around  can  cause  a  lot  of  trouble  not  only  for  herself  but  also  her  family.   her  little  hobby,   interdimensional  travel  to  meet  up  with  alternate  versions  of  herself  and  perform  as  the  drummer  in  a  rock  band,   is  something  she  keeps  from  her  family. SAVVIES:   most  things,   with  her  intelligence.   but  usually  anything  involving  medical  care  or  technology   (  including  more  mundane  stuff  ).   she’s  a  great  drummer,   and  has  an  excellent  hand  with  animals   (  including  alien  species  ).   she  surpasses  even  her  father  when  it  comes  to  making  logic - driven  decisions,   and  is  the  best   (  alongside  summer  )   at  maintaining  a  level  head  out  of  her  immediate  family.

PHYSICAL

BUILD:   scrawny  /  bony  /  slender  /  fit  /  athletic  /  curvy  /  herculean  /  pudgy  /  muscular  upper  body  /  average HEIGHT:   5′9”. WEIGHT:   143  pounds. SCARS / BIRTHMARKS:   c - section  scar   (  for  both  summer  and  morty;   the  same  incision  spot  was  reused  her  second  time  around  ).   not  exactly  scars  or  birthmarks,   but  she  has  some  permanent  stretch  marks  on  her  abdomen  and  thighs  from  her  pregnancies   (  having  not  had  the  time  to  properly  care  for  them  when  she  should  have  ). ABILITIES / POWERS:   super  genius  level  intelligence;   she’s  the  smartest  woman  in  the  multiverse. RESTRICTIONS:   nothing  medical.   in  s1 - s2  verses  she’s  likely  willing  to  seriously  endanger  herself  or  others  if  the  only  other  alternative  is  defying  or  offending  her  father.   she’s  bound  to  act  irrationally  and  prone  to  panicking  in  any  situation  that  makes  her  think  she  might  be  abandoned  or  overlooked  in  favour  of  someone  else.

FAVORITES

FOOD:   pancakes,   anything  with  fish  or  seafood  in  it,   pizza,   mexican  or  argentinian  food. DRINK:   red  wine,   white  wine,   any  kind  of  wine. PIZZA  TOPPING:   spinach,   tomatoes  and  mushrooms. COLOR:   red  and  green. MUSIC  GENRE:   indie  /  alternative  rock. BOOK  GENRE:   nonfiction  feminist  literature   (  from  any  time  period  ).   science  fiction,   but  she’s  very  picky  with  that  one.   frankenstein  has  been  a  favourite  since   (  probably  way  too  early  )   childhood. MOVIE  GENRE:   drama   (  period  or  indie  ),   also  science  fiction   (  she’s  picky  with  movies  as  well,   though  ). SEASON:   autumn. SCENT(S):   surgical  disinfectant,   horses,   she  still  fondly  remembers  the  way  summer  and  morty  smelled  when  they  were  newborns.   jerry’s  cologne.

FUN  STUFF

SINGS  IN  THE  SHOWER:   when  she  does  it   (  not  often  ),   she’s  likely  to  sing  late  90s  /  early  00s  pop. LIKES  BAD  PUNS:   rarely. CURSE  WORD:   she  takes  after  her  father;   a  punctuated  fuck  does  wonders.

TAGGED  BY:   @ersapines TAGGING:   @c137th,   @unforgiver,   @impenetrableshiield

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I could be sad about it, or I could take ten shots and pretend it never happened

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the father complex || many rooms

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In a universe parallel to this one, you and I stay up some nights, holding hands in bed, worrying about all the versions of ourselves that don’t end up together. Parallel You says, “Somewhere we never even kiss.” Parallel Me says, “Somewhere we never even touch." Parallel You supposes that the universe in which we never cross paths must be a kinder one than the universe where we make the effort to love each other and fail at it so miserably that we part ways and never speak again. Parallel Me says, "That universe doesn’t exist.” Parallel You says, “That’s not how this works.”

trista mateer

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i figured as i got older that life just sucks when you get sober

i figured out when i got sober that life just sucks when you get older

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What’s it like to have a good father

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father-daughter bonding in the snow

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What if, in another universe, I deserve you? Hear me out. There’s William James from the 1890s, and he coined this theory about “the multiverse” which suggests that a hypothetical set of multiple universes comprises everything that can possibly exist simultaneously. Are you following? The entirety of space, time, matter and energy is all happening at once in different timelines: It’s the idea of parallel universes. Right? So okay, let’s presume the multiverse is real. Well then, maybe somewhere in those infinite universes is one, or several, where I deserve you. Maybe there’s a universe where you hold my hand and we curl up to watch a cheesy movie at the end of a long day. Maybe there’s a universe where that’s the life I want. Where I don’t second guess everything and I’m not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there’s a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence. Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you. Where no one becomes a doormat. Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues. A universe where we’re happy — without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up Jenga game ready to topple at the slightest quiver. A universe where we’re comfortable and sure. Maybe there’s a universe where we fall asleep next to each other every night and we both don’t want anything or anybody else. Where we don’t want more, we just want each other. If you think of it all this way, then it’s like neither of us did anything wrong. You just found me in the wrong universe. That’s all. This is, as they say, the darkest timeline. Everywhere else, nay, “everywhen” else — us in the Civil War, us in Ancient Egypt, us in the swinging ’60s — we are happy. If this theory holds, well, by the law of averages, there had to be one universe — just this one — where we don’t end up together. Here and now just happens to be it. So see, that explains everything. We’re not together anymore because of the multiverse. Because you could have loved me forever. And maybe in another universe, I let you.

Gaby Dunn

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rock dad