#i’m feeling so melodramatic

[aphvanity]

ao3 being down feels like running through a green meadow with a childhood friend who disappears in the mist. i’m alone now. there’s nothing but the wind biting my cheeks and my shoes filled with just enough dirt to mold to my feet. the grass gets greener the longer i look at it and i wish the mist was closer to me so i could be in it, but no matter how much i reach out it always remains faraway in my vision. i just want to feel the mist wrap around me as it consumed my friend but instead i am just another grass in the wind and the air is a little too cold to be refreshing

[liam-summers]

Sp*ke: “I’m drowning in you, Summers, I’m drowning in you”

Me:

[fmet]

And Nayuta is still gone. Aki is still gone. The people who loved him unconditionally are still dead by the consequence of his actions and there’s nothing he can do to change that. He can’t keep a family. Even the girl who he thought he could receive affection from is having her body puppeted by a freakkkkkk oh it’s so over

[spineless-lobster]

I don’t know how common this is now, but I find it so interesting how sailors way back in the day referred to each other not as men but as souls. “150 souls set out on the expedition” it’s like they understand that when at sea, they are just as helpless as any other creature who’s at the mercy of the waves

[frnkiebby]

You really gotta start posting sources

okay so this is a rant and a half bc i’m just so physically, mentally, and emotionally fucking tired.

believe it or not anon, i don’t go out and find frimages specifically for this blog. i literally, on my down time when im bored, or am having a shitty day, just scroll through apps and the internet looking at frank. i save pics to my phone that i like and put them in my frank album bc i enjoy looking at frank iero. i made this blog to scream about frank purely for myself. i didn’t make this blog with the goal of documenting frimages. this is a purely selfish blog. it’s very incredibly cool to me that i have a solid number of followers, but i literally couldn’t give a flying fuck if i have 20 or 2,000. because again. i just like to scream about frank and i tag my shit so i can search back in my blog for a specific pic easier than i can in my photos app regardless of how organized it is.

i have the short term memory of a fucking dusty pecan shell on the side of the road. i mean this in the most respectful way possible, but there is no way in hell i’m going to be able to remember to grab a source link to put in the caption of a frimage i saved to my phone. not for lack of trying, but come the fuck on. i work, go to classes, am a caregiver, and take care of the inside and outside duties of a house. i do so much more than any single person should have to do at 30 and have been for the last fucking decade. i just want to carefree and casually enjoy looking at and screaming about frank iero. this is unfortunately and pitifully one of my only sources of joy and relaxation that i can manage on a remotely regular basis. i can’t tell you the last time i actually had the time or physical or emotional energy to paint or draw or compose/play music. i miss painting. it physically hurts every time i see my grandmothers easel in the corner of my room because she would paint on that regularly and left it to me because i paint just like her. and i can’t even remember the last time i actually used it. because i’m just so fucking tired.

so i’m gonna reiterate again that i have never claimed that any of these frimages are mine, nor will i ever. when the time comes that i take my own pics of frank im very likely not even gonna credit my own damn self and i honestly don’t give a fuck if someone takes my frimage and posts it without crediting me. now if someone knows who originally took a frimage then literally by all means just let me know and i’ll put credits. i’m more than happy to edit a post. people have been kind enough to do so in the past.

but please for the love of everything holy, let me just have a blog where i can scream about frank and not have to worry about anything else for a little while, okay?~🎃

[peaches2217]

Dammit brain I’m trying to go to BED, couldn’t you have laid this on me at a more REASONABLE HOUR

[caterpillarinacave]

So I haven’t written anything in a month

[zmpl]

god fucking damn it i’m going to have to go get stitches again

[redflannelsheets]

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[dykeseinfeld]

maybe it’s also that yesterday marked six months from my first valentine’s day where i had a valentine and this is my first time watching romeo + juliet since ive dated someone i really dreamed about a future with and it barely lasted two months and. the idea of meeting someone and feeling that strongly so quickly doesn’t feel so ridiculous and hilarious anymore. idk.

[aliosne]

Gotta offload a little bitterness on my birthday eve: if you want to shut yourself up like a little clamshell and say NO, I must NEVER be vulnerable or perceived! and you have someone in your life who’s like sure ok I get that! Im here if you do feel like opening up and here I will demonstrate time and time again that I am a safe person to do so with :D but also I respect your wishes

you don’t get to choose not to take them up on that or renegotiate that understanding and then a decade and a half later get mad at them bc they were supposed to know you actually DID want to be prised open

[juniestar]

I feel guilty pursuing a better and more comfortable life, especially pursuing a career in media, during this genocide

[rain-harmonia]

as a devoker main, logging onto WoW after the fractures in time update was awful. the only thing being devastated here is my emotions

[the-ice-sculpture]

Apparently I’ve come back from the dead to gaze with great fondness at the second series of Good Omens.

I think I’ve just really really missed the feeling of something being made with such love and care and people having so much love and care for it in return. It’s like waking up and feeling the sun on your skin. Or like when you don’t listen to one of your favourite bands for a while and then you do and it suddenly just hits you that holy shit you love this thing so so much that you must listen to it far louder than you should just so you can attempt to fully embrace it and you have so much love you have for it that you can barely encompass it all and suddenly humanity and existence might not be all that awful overall, and it’s because it’s art, it’s all art and it’s one of our most redeemable qualities as a species despite how shitty of a species we are and–

[fizzlehead]

GODDDD i just miss being able to watch new episodes of riverdale live and have FUN with them. i remember watching the josie and the pussycats episode in my tiny single dorm room with like 5 of my friends packed onto my twin bed and when archie kissed kevin on the cheek we all ERUPTED in a screaming fit. and then a few weeks later we all did the same thing with the next to normal episode and again like when charles burst into the room singing we stood up and cheered like our sports team had just scored a touchdown or whatever. and even though i didn’t really like s6 very much it STILL had moments like these in the majority of episodes. but now every week i watch it alone in my bed on my laptop and i spend the entire time brain rottingly bored at best and genuinely upset and angry at worst. like what happened i miss riverdale!!!! :(