I’m a mess torn between aesthetic and shitpost
Oddly specific. Got a deposit for 6,837 today
fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love
The box. You opened it, we came.
The Barbie movie isn't about girl power. It's not about how women can do everything they set their mind to. It's about how sometimes women are tired and average and that has to be okay too, because you don't have to do everything to be worth anything. (And that this is also true of men.)
It’s Thursday!
Reblog to feed Pudge the fish a peanut butter sandwich so he’ll make the weather nice
the cowards wouldnt say Barbie Dick
if ur having a bad day here is some fairy dust (i’m sprinkling it onto you) ⋆｡°✩ ⋆⁺｡˚⋆˙‧₊✩₊‧˙⋆˚｡⁺⋆ ✩°｡⋆ .・゜゜・ ・゜゜・． ｡･ﾟﾟ ｡･:*˚:✧｡
yeah uh... don't do this :)
as a fanfic writer! who has a few semi-abandoned fics! if you do this i will personally bite you with my teeth. you are disrespecting art and the love people put into their work by pretending that an AI can even compare to it
I am vibrating with rage at this. Not just for the childish grasping whine of “I want it NOW”, unsatisfied with the millions of other free works of love offered up for entertainment, and not just for the complete ignorance of what makes a story; the arrogance to presume that the ending the author will make is irrelevant and that a substitute that goes completely in a different direction is just as good.
Reblogging again to add the Gospel Of @renabe4life:
what's the matter honey? you've hardly touched your fleeting experience of time on earth
You’re always going to be young in someone’s eyes and old in someone else’s, talented to one and terrible to the next. The worlds never going to agree on a definition of what you are so you might as well ignore that shit and be whatever the fuck you wanna be for yourself.
It’s allergies of the soul. When it’s too late you notice
your face has fallen. Pills moved around in your hand.
You don’t know where you are. Or what you’ve done
with your time, which you know is unfathomably precious,
but you’re not sure in what way, or what to do with it.
— Bianca Stone, from “The Malady,” What Is Otherwise Infinite
- mitski, brand new city
i only talk to three people everyday and one of them is me
