Y’all I was watching labyrinth, again for the 800th time because ye, and came to the conclusion that Jareth would fuckin DESPISE me. Because the entire movie is just be climbing the fuckin walls of the labyrinth. Like if Jareth gonna cheat so shall I. Not to mention with the ballroom scene I’d hide in a corner, like im not tryin to find him in that sea of people, ima do what a good socially anxious person would do and hide away, he gotta find me now. Also the stairs would make me so sick, like I played a vr version of the movie that someone made on recroom and felt like I was gonna puke after a few minutes to where I had to sit down. I’d probably not even get into the ballroom scene tho just because I don’t like peaches, which is what Sarah had to eat, so here’s how that’d go down:
Hoggle: “Here eat this”
Me: “no thanks, I’ll just be hungry”
Hoggle: “but, you need to eat, it’s good.”
Me: “I don’t doubt it, I just hate peaches, too fuzzy it feels weird”
Hoggle: “well, at least Jareth cant yell at me for it.”
And the door scene im just indecisive so, both of the door scenes I’d sit there thinking, and then would climb the wall.
Nvm my gf and I broke up 😔. If another person decides to get with me and then decides they can’t do relationships anymore I’m gonna tweak.
Bro no why???? I liked the old oneeee, go back. I like the little man guy, but I don’t like the background, and my favorite color is red so. 🫠
Back to using this for my main acct but just for gay stuff now
I wanna start posting the stuff I had to write for creative writing just because I’m proud of them and they deserve better recognition but I have no clue.
I was in the middle of class and my mom texted me saying the Queen was dead. Why was my first thought to Check Tumblr??
Rewatching season 10 of SPN because I’m writing a fanfic for class based in it. Just got to where Dean is talking to death.
I take blame that isn’t meant for me.
It hurts to do,
But if I don’t take it then who will?
If no one admits to their wrong,
Then it is my job,
Because somehow,
In someway
I am always the catalyst.
Anytime I come along,
Something that had once been buried
Comes to the surface again.
Maybe I am simply bad luck.
Maybe things would be better if I wasn’t here.
Which is why I take the blame,
Even when I am tired,
Even when it hurts me,
Even when it leaves behind scars,
I will always take the blame,
Because if I don’t
I fear they might leave,
And to me,
That is worse than any kind of blame I give myself.