Why is it that all of the irl girls i know are really shitty and wont go into the forest with me naked and craft little articles of clothing out of cool shit and wont befriend animals and indulge in our urges (they don't haven the same urges as me) even though theyre all super hard and change to fast and cannot be accomplished and just say really mean thjngs but not in cool ways instead why do other girls (not on tumblr) judge me for things i can't control and why does every girl irl not share any similarities with me like the feeling of rot and wanting to date men that aren't real/are too hard for us to get and why don't girls irl wanna bake with me am i like not cool why is the only person that likes me just eugh and makes jokes about fucking kids and why am i too young for girls like me to hangout with me outside of tumblr this is so not fair!!!!!! I just wanna be in the early 2000s and shop at the mall, disappear into the fog, become a princess, become a sugar baby, become a thug, run an all girls gang, have an all girls sleepover, hangout with my gals in the retirement home, become cottagecore girls and be really good at cleaning and baking, make a cool rock/metal band and do a bunch of other shit with other girls like me and that get me truly but thats a lot to ask for. I just really wanna have friends that are girls that share my feelings even though i can't put them into words.
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Pretty Pretty Please I Don't Want to be a Magical Girl
While I’d want this concept to mostly be a lighthearted comedy, since that’s more my forte, the north star (heh) of this premise would be the loss of passion for something you once loved, feeling the pressure/expectations of sticking with something that you’re “a prodigy” at and the subsequent burnout. How hard do you fight for an old passion or at what point do you just let it go? Is it even okay to give up when so many people are counting on you?
Sounds bleak but I promise I’m an optimist and that will always reflect in my work :)
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my mom loves to lie and like she always swears she was NEVER homophobic or anything to me as a child “i even have a gay work friend” but a really funny memory resurfaced recently where i asked if i could use birthday money i had to buy a rainbow flag when i was like ??? 7?? because i LOVED rainbows. and she said no that means something Evil and god will hate you . so what did i do. but ask my grandmom for a rainbow sweater for christmas and proceed to only wear that sweater for three years when it got cold because i didnt like the idea that god hated colors and i wanted to challenge him
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It is the middle of a Sunday afternoon. You have nothing on, and aren't expecting visitors, deliveries or post.
Unexpectedly, there is a knock at the door.
you are greeted by...... her
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LOOK I JUST REALLY ENJOY THEIR FRIENDSHIP OK?? You can't tell me they wouldn't hang after their respective personal quests (spawn ending ofc)/emotional breakdowns over their own mortality
EDIT: I forgot to watermark these so now more than ever PLEASE don't repost
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i hate you ai art i hate you "unalive" i hate you youtube premium i hate you twitter 8$ checkmark i hate you nfts i hate you therapy app advertisements i hate you non-chronological timelines i hate you instagram reels i hate you subtle tiktok filters that cant be turned off i hate you family bloggers i hate you ads on true crime episodes i hate you facebook i hate you vr glasses on chickens i hate you dystopian social media
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can't stop thinking about daniel's daughters in all of this. imagine you're kind of estranged from your dad who always put his career before you, and you find out that in the middle of a global pandemic your father with parkinson's flew to dubai for a story. you're like yeah, par for the course, seems like something he'd do. but then he comes back from dubai without parkinson's, a different eye colour, and the weirdest set of acrylics you've ever seen in your life. cut to months later and he's now promoting his best selling novel in which he claims (and adamantly believes) that he flew to dubai to interview vampires, which are real and walk among us. you're now starting to think that somehow he traded his parkinson's for full blow dementia. and he's still wearing those fucking acrylics.
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