#everyeday

[rye-in-a-coat]

Maltrankvile mi demandas sin, ĉu mi eraras samtiel kiel mi eraris antaŭajn fojojn. Ĉu mi nure montras mian timon kaj dubojn al tiuj, al kiuj mi volas koramikiĝi? Ri kaj li ja ŝategas min, mi ankaŭ amas ilin; mi ne volas elrevigi iun ajn; mi ne volas malkontentigi iun ajn finfine. En la nuna mondo, oni kapablas paroli al la aliaj tuje kvazaŭ ne ekzistas kolosaj maroj, montaroj kaj dezertoj inter via koro kaj la mia. Mi travivis tion antaŭe, tio eĉ je iuj momentoj povas deprimi min kiam mi ege sopiras, ke vi varme brakumadas min. Eble mi nure rediras la samajn vortojn denove; eble la vortoj, kiujn mi nun devas diri estas "mia koramikiĉo" kaj "mi koramikipo" al li kaj ri.

[slonechnik]

everyeday i keep thinking abt the tumblr user who said most rap lyrics are too aggressive for their tastes and in the same breath said they listen to screamo.

[catswilleatyou]

sitting different

[m0e-ru]

yeah no theres no favoritism at the gas station

[elicedraws]

I hate wanting people to like me. I wish I were chill about that but I can't. I've always been told that I shouldn't care about other people liking me (or having crushes with me) but that is so hard, care I say impossible. I really want to be accepted and loved and validated and pretty but literally no one thinks that.

I think...you should like yourself first. If you start to think that you’re different and this is ok, if you start to think you are special in your own way and if you start liking yourself  for the good things you do everyeday, life will be much easier and you’ll stop worrying about others.

Like, obviously this isn’t easy. I always struggled with who i was and never really liked myself, tried to change many times.And then i heard someone, telling people that being weird was ok, telling people that it’s much easier if you embrace who you really are.

People’s opinionscome second. And it matters, but just if you CARE about those people. Like if you have someone who cares about you, their opinion is important. And not everybody will like you in your life, it’s just something you have to accept! It’s just a matter of “taste”, don’t take it too personal (just...not everyone likes everyone!) 

And you’ll find the right people to be with. Because i’m so sure you’re a good person and you are wonderful and nice, it’s just that if you don’t get to know someone, sometimes you can’t really see what’s inside. I think that if you want to be social, and nobody dares to approach you, YOU should make the first step.

I wouldn’t have known my best friend if i didn’t reach for him

same with the people i love. It’s just, sometimes if you want something you have to try and reach for it, because not everytime it just happens.

so! Try to show others what you’re made of, try to find someone you feel comfortable with! It helps so much knowing someone has your back ^^ Even a school friend!

[lustwatch-blog]

Hello! I have just found your blog and I'm super excited to check it out everyeday! I would like to ask a question about requests--is there a max number of characters we may ask for in a request?

No not yet, I’m not big enough to make rules like this, I’m going out right now but I’m gonna write a Mei request soon. I would however love SPECIFICS. Like, its hard to write about what genitalia reaper is abusing if the anon doesn’t specify what they are.

[rye-in-a-coat]

That day I decided to do something I only had done prior two times in my life: listening to "ひまわり画像" by 天気予報 fully; and so I did through the evening and night, this time was probably the one with the fewer time of breaks along it, was almost a continous listen; I still listened even on my way out at night, which I did while wearing these silly ass shorts I own that are yellow and have lobsters on them and also while eating a lime ice cream because for some reason the ice cream man did his rounds at 8 p.m. through my street.

My legs were cold man.

NOTE: The text in Japanese in the shitty drawing was written by someone with no actual instruction on the writing of kanji.

[rye-in-a-coat]

"So, you came for another one, huh?" said the employee once again, I had returned to the store. "No, I didn't ate it, it was expired."

I was then pointed to a sign, because they even had a sign knowing it would be a frequent thing; that the date on Chinese products is the production date rather than the expire one and that in another part of the packaging the number of months the product is fresh is indicated.

I asked for a Mountain Dew and also for another Chinese candy, which the employee described as a "litchi energy bar".

It had no litchi and it wasn't even a sort of bar. It was simply milk soft candy, you lied to me again store employee!!!! (I loved meeting you on a serious note).

My sister didn't like the taste of it at first but eventually we all enjoyed it.

DISCLAIMER: The text on the drawing was written by someone who has no actual knowledge on the Chinese language, apologies by such probably horrible calligraphy.

[rye-in-a-coat]

For some reason sound collages of music, telecast narrators, old television advertisements and jingles from countries and years I never lived through with the sound quality picked to try to emulate what it sounded like through tapes and old sets, including a lot of static; with album covers of images of the same quality, most of them being screencaps; have resulted quite appealing to me and I really don't know why.

My most recent discovery that day and the prior one was a French fella who uses as artist name the literal unchanged name of a T.V. channel which according to French friend it's not even a decently priced service nowadays (CANAL+). I haven't listened the fella's whole discography but I would say "Vendredi", "Nationale" and "Matin" are my favourites and I be listening to them whole in the daily now.

As with anything French, my sister hates it so much when I pronounce a title of any song or track of these.

[rye-in-a-coat]

While going through Car Seat Headrest's discography today I encountered certain song, which made me read the comic that the song is aboot: Asscastle.

An interesting read, however, at the middle of it I went to my bed to chill for a bit hugging my pillow and all and... I fell asleep. I was in a car bridge that I recognized as belonging to certain avenue from my city; the paved way was light grey and seemed bright, there was a gap between the road and the bridge's frame that left exposed some glowing orange item hidden under it. I was standing on that bridge and I looked at both sides of the road, instead of seeing the familiar urban landscape of my city I saw pitch black, only the road was lit, it was pitch black everywhere and I was scared.

I was wearing a "ghost uniform" in the dream.

I woke up and I was in pain, every part of my body hurting. I got some water and then I went back to read the comic for a bit, then I sat down on my bed to chill and.... fell asleep again.

Woke up and my sister was home already, finished reading the comic. How I spent my late evening/early night, basically that.

[rye-in-a-coat]

I could feel my body aching, I could feel the night dying, I could hear the steps downstairs and feel the cooking in the air; I felt like I was falling into disease, into despair; I hugged my pillow close and tight while through my mind rushed the worst; I had my eyes shut hard while seeing how I tried to save what past times I already had knocked down and transformed into horror; all gone, I was tearing.

[rye-in-a-coat]

I literally just went to school to dissapoint myself and my teachers, but at least I know that the rest my team mates didn't evade me and did the last lab report behind my back; simply no one did anything.

Afterwards I decided to go and have myself a whole pizza, tho I only had seven slices at the end, but it's ok, seven historically is the most I can push it. I bought before a Boing carton and I snuck it in my hoodie front pocket which technically went against the place's rules on bringing in drinks that you didn't got from there at the place but I didn't cared.

As I sat on a table that cornered me against the wall and I opened my box, a baby that was sitting with who I guess was his mother looked at me; and he kept staring at me like if I was some framed image one must gaze upon until finding some meaning. The mom noticed and she tried to call his attention back, I giggled and I apologized to the woman if I was bothering them but she said it was fine and so I covered my face with my pizza box.

Later another couple and their toddler walked in and their little kid also stared at me like if I was the interesting thing in the restaurant. Why do they stare, do I look odd to them or what?

[rye-in-a-coat]

Verging nicht diese Stadt? Die Stille nur, ich glaube

Ein süßes Land Im Himmel wuchs Das sich nirgends schloss

Das sich nirgends schloss

[rye-in-a-coat]

After walking across the avenue feeling like an idiot and seeing that the trolleybuses only accepted the fare payment via transport card (mine had not a single peso in it), I got into another bus; it continued along the way I expcted until it did not turned on where the road axis turns and I ended up in a whole another place. I was coming home from a park where I had a picnic with some school classmates. Alongside the ingredients for hot dogs each one had to bring food of one colour, mine was red, I provided them with apples, with apple soda and with chips. We had a nice time there. The park itself is decent, I saw a turtle in a pond carry and eat a floating dead fish.

Along the way I passed by that one Little Caesar's, where I finally succesfully ate a whole pizza by myself in one sitting. God, how full I felt afterwards. I don't know for how long I was in there, but it was like walking out of a movie theatre as in it was getting dark already. And it was rainy, I had no umbrella, I got so wet. The bus ride back home was where I could smell a great variety of smells that take form when rain falls on so many different, the inside of the vehicle for some reason felt smaller than usual, the windows were all covered in raindrops and blurred and no one could see anything clearly outside, chilly air swept in through the little windows. It was a sort of a nice night.

[rye-in-a-coat]

The ketchup was empty, so we went to the store for some more. I picked up the carton and me and my sister bought it and just only after the purchase was when I picked it up and I saw its bottom; and right there was an expire date with 2023 as the year.

I told Father and I felt so ashamed that I didn't want to go back and ask if I could give it back, that would be so awkard. But things got more awkard cuz then Father said he will go with us. Dear my, we probably looked like oh so offended customers coming back with our Father to ask to give the ketchup carton back. So uh, always check expire dates before buying... and eating.

[rye-in-a-coat]

"Ok, first of all. I think it was alright, you know? I feel like this is one of those songs that are just alright the first time you listen to them but with continous listening you finally grasp them well, you know?" I commented to my sister as we finished watching the music video for Car Seat Headrest's just-dropped single "Gethsemane", I had been waiting for her to actually listen to the thing.

"OK BUT THEY GOT THAT MAN PREGNANT. THEY GOT THAT MAN PREGNANT." "YEAH I WAS GONNA SAY THAT TOO THEY GOT THAT MAN PREGNANT" she replied.

As I said before, I don't like when people just express their opinion on artwork with a "that's weird" without grasping further into depiction and meaning; but I did have to mention that man just got pregnant.