I know that I fucked up when i told you I’m afraid of heights it made you wanna test my courage you made me climb a cliff at night you wanted me to jump and I declined you called me a coward I replied I don’t wanna live forever but I don’t wanna die tonight when the black water ate you up like a sugar cube in a tea cup I got the point you were making when I held my breath ‘til you came up there’s been a run of fires downtown on half-built construction sites I know you never liked a townhouse I’ve seen you climb a crane at night if they ever catch you at it I know you’d want me to be proud that that you took a rich man’s dream and took it with you on your way down cause one man’s dream is another man’s death I remember when you told me that didn’t know what to say so I just laughed but now I know it’s not funny I never rode a motorcycle I’ve never smoked a cigarette I wanna live a vibrant life but I wanna die a boring death I know I was a disappointment I know you wanted me to take a risk not everybody gets a chance to live a life that isn’t dangerous you called me a crybaby but you’re the one who got teary tellin me what you believe how we’re stuck in entropy how it hurts to hope oh it hurts to hope for more oh it hurts to hope the future will be better than before
i should start writing insane theory posts about the djmm in the style of popular dca takes. like if any of the pizzaplex cast is ACTUALLY severely neglected and disliked by corporate, it is definitely the fucking gigantic mute spider thing that commands only one segment of the arcade and who'd create endless logistical nightmares when in need of things like routine maintenance
Yano i really thought my social anxiety was completely gone and I was a new person but I just went into my school’s plai lab and there wa da guest lecturer setting up at the same time so I guess I’m just. Fucking. Not going to do my work there I was so god damn embarrassed I felt like I walked into a crime scene everyone was staring at me holy fuck I am so sweaty
You know, it’s really, really funny how much proshippers preach about “respecting other people’s boundaries” when they seemingly cannot fucking help but follow people who VERY CLEARLY have proshippers in their fucking DNI.
It’s not even like my DNI is long, or hidden behind a directory of links. It’s right there in my god damn tumblr bio. The reading comprehension on display here is fucking abysmal, and this behavior is pathetic.
I just wanna say bc I KNOW you're somewhere on tumblr, to the teenage girl who attended Take Your Kid To Work Day at an office building in Ontario, Canada circa 2013 and had a conversation with a middle aged woman in which you showed her your Black Veil Brides fanart and fanfics and ship content and told her about different fanfic tropes including a/b/o verse bc she happened to know who Panic! at The Disco and Fallout Boy were and thus you felt the need to show her your bandblr ship art, that was my fucking mother and I had to clarify all that to her including looking my mother in the eye and trying to explain a/b/o verse without sounding like a lunatic.
It's been 10 years and I still regularly sent evil energies in your direction. Since you'd be probably two years younger than me and thus legally an adult now, please know if this post reaches you it's on sight.
Leitmotifs drive me insane, like I hear *repeated melody that has an association with a person, idea, or situation* and I go *tears up the fucking rug like a dog*