The Minute I Switched To This Mindset Was Revolutionary

guys i’ll be real it’s going on five years soon i don’t think this is a hyperfixation i think this is a special interest forever

i wanted to also pose a question. i particularly love using the phrase “i’m just a girl” in response to men when asked about behaviors, especially when they’re questioning me for doing fundamentally normal things and they’re just being misogynistic or bigoted. in my mind i’m using the same “boys will be boys” logic, which usually frustrates the men i’m talking to. i CAN however see how using it can still make it harmful and just a bad rhetoric to use, and can make particularly ignorant men see me (and other women by proxy) as being ditsy, unserious, etc. just wanted to know what exactly people’s takes were on this?

Every time a woman makes a pink job or girl math or girl dinner or I'm just a girl joke I unfortunately have to kill a random man on the streets. And you may think this is cruel or unjust but in reality that's just the way the cookie crumbles

when the objectively bad person has traumatic and honestly reasonable reasons for why theyre like that but it doesnt excuse their actions and only serves to make them more tragic as a character

Bed against zero walls: You're a freak

Bed against one wall: Acceptable, but you can do better

Bed against two walls: Perfect

Bed against three walls: Do you live in a closet?

Bed against four walls: How???

Bed against five walls: What? That makes no sense...

Bed against six walls: Stop...

Bed against seven walls: I said stop!

Bed against eight walls: What are you doing?! That's too many walls!

Bed against nine walls: We've gone too far, I don't think we're in normal reality anymore...

Bed against ten walls: Hello? Is anybody there? How are there walls all perpendicular to one another?

Bed against eleven walls: We're definitely not in normal reality anymore

Bed against twelve walls: I think we're the only ones here. Just me and the bed.

Bed against thirteen walls: It's weirdly... cozy over here.

Bed against fourteen walls: Could this have been what I wanted all along? Solitude?

Bed against sixteen walls: Wait, Did you see that? We skipped 15.

Bed against twenty walls: No, this is definitely too much. Somebody get me out of here!

Bed against twenty eight walls: The skips are getting bigger, the walls are closing in...

Bed against forty walls: They're suffocating me...

Bed against sixty walls: Help...

Bed against one hundred walls: ...help.

Bed against two hundred walls: ...

Bed against five hundred walls: . . .

Bed against one thousand walls: . . .

Bed against five thousand walls: . . .

Bed against twenty thousand walls:

Bed against one hundred thousand walls:

Bed against five hundred thousand walls:

Bed against one million walls:

Bed against one billion walls:

Bed against one trillion walls:

Bed against one quadrillion walls: . . .

Bed against one quintillion walls: . . .

Bed against one sextillion walls: . . .

Bed against one nonillion walls: ...good night.

looking at the little fragile scraps of your life, trying to arrange them into the fabric of dragonfly wings. you'd rather be icarus, right? that's why you cry at the hymn. you want so badly out of this tower - good lord. you'd burn just for the chance for it.

keep thinking that in another life i’d get to be a roughed up boy with split knuckles who gets to cope without hoping it is beautiful. keeping thinking i could be the girl that smells like a warm fire on the train, the one you fall in love with for a split second before i’m gone. keep thinking i could be the sunshine, or the moon, or both, or maybe a black hole. been wishing to get scraped up on the pavement and wear my hair messy, and drink ‘til i hit rock bottom so hard i chip my teeth and make myself learn how to sing again. keep forgetting it’s neither here or there, it’s now. so i’ll drink if i want until i remember how to feel alive, i’ll get roughed up and wear my cheap perfume that smells like rubbing alcohol at first, and i’ll be the sun and the moon and the birds singing in june, because there is literally no other life, it’s just this one. fucker.

keep thinking “somewhere in another life” like this isn’t the only one i get. fucker.

Really need to blame @ryannorth for all my parenting successes. My six-year-old grabbed To Be or Not to Be off my bookshelf at random. She likes to show me all the murders. She asks me if things in daily life are "super rad." She wants a sword for Christmas so she can drop her old one and say "it sucks now." She made me do math in the car to find an alternate timeline. I have explained words like "debris" and "badass" to her. Yesterday we spent an hour fighting pirates together in choose-your -own-adventure format.

It's been two months since this started. Don't send help. It's awesome. Like totally awesome. Though the book is getting worn out.

mitsuki using the music metaphor which has always represented her and aya’s shared queerness and feelings for each other to make her roundabout confession…. the panelling reflecting how she’s literally and figuratively closing the gap between them….. i am ascending

haunting the narrative

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