headdaze
headdaze
deedee
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hi hi! deedee or jim here (she/they) I'm just random person who loves to flit around looking for people who are interested in the same thing as me, read theories, gobble up other things, attractive things, and the like :D let's get along! (profile and background credits to Black Clover) EDIT since I finished haikyuu 3/4/24 - THIS BLOG IS NOT SPOILER FREE!!! THERE ARE SPOILERS! PROCCEED WITH THE UTMOST CAUTION.
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headdaze · 20 minutes ago
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#needthat
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headdaze · 27 minutes ago
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headdaze · 27 minutes ago
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headdaze · 8 hours ago
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HELLLLLLL YEAHHHHHH
Hey. Why isn’t the moon landing a national holiday in the US. Isn’t that fucked up? Does anyone else think that’s absurd?
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headdaze · 11 hours ago
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when drawing requires you to draw
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headdaze · 23 hours ago
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had to draw this :3
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headdaze · 23 hours ago
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the magnus archives: statement of dipshit mcidiot regarding some spooky happenings that absolutely without a doubt did not actually happen. recording by jonathan sims. i hate my fucking job.
malevolent: OARTHUR HIDE THE CORPSE IN THE CLOSET. SHOOT THIS MAN IN THE HEAD. MOVE OARTHUR MOVE!! [soft piano music] LEFT!! THE OTHER LEFT OARTHUR!!!!! JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.
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headdaze · 24 hours ago
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“ […]He has the sense that if he says Willem's name that the face in the painting will turn toward him and answer; he has the sense that if he stretches his hand out and strokes the canvas he will feel beneath his fingertips Willem's hair, his fringe of eyelashes.  But he doesn't do this, of course, just looks up at last and sees JB smiling at him, sadly. "The title card's been mounted already," JB says, and he goes slowly to the wall behind the painting and sees its title - "Willem Listening to Jude Tell a Story, Greene Street"-and he feels his beneath abandon him; it feels as if his heart is made of something oozing and cold, like ground meat, and it is being squeezed inside a fist so that chunks of it are falling, plopping to the ground near his feet.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life
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headdaze · 1 day ago
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imagine cloth mother and wire mother in family court competing for custody of the baby monkey
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headdaze · 1 day ago
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@weepinwriter
im an absolute fan of when characters have their own twisted perceptions of love. like holy shit that guy thinks inflicting pain is affection! woah this silly man believes love is a form of ownership! give me more.
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headdaze · 1 day ago
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Harrison Wood Hsiang
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headdaze · 1 day ago
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“I like you a lot.”
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headdaze · 2 days ago
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AYEEEEEEEEEEE (a sound of both support and also agreeing with how it is a horrible way to die)
heheheh thank you!!! 🥰
Sitting here thinking about givers and wondering what my vital instrument would be but all I can come up with is my emotional support water bottle.
What would your vital instrument be?
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headdaze · 2 days ago
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I have no outline tho, just vibes
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headdaze · 2 days ago
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same fate
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headdaze · 2 days ago
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I wish depression were an emergency. I wish someone could take one look at how sick I am and go “oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital!” and then when we get there I get rushed into surgery and the surgeons say “it’s a good thing you brought her here when you did, this is a seriously advanced case” and then they put me under and spend the next ten hours pulling metres of long, sticky black strands of gunk out of my body, throwing it immediately into an incinerator so that it can’t infect anyone else. And then they could stitch me back up and I could rest a few days, and when I leave the hospital everyone can see how much better I am and they congratulate me saying “well done, you’ve been so brave, I’m so glad you’re ok. I love you.”
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