A Mar : spoil - corrupt - vitiate - ruin.

In short, not what most think of me! But it's a handle, born from the name - M a r i e. Hi! I'm a Mar and not what you expect. Most don't get me, I'm on the goofy side with a strange, and at times, morbid sense of humor. Either way, enjoy what you find here. Writings, music, pictures, and personal drama/problems/mental disturbances. All in all, that's fair warning, right?

[theproblematicblogger]

Twitter is fun

[thebootydiaries]

someone: hey i genuinely care about u and i like u a lot 

my brain: ?? ? time for Joke?? make Joke??? yes??

[bofadibeppo]

michaels is truly a family store

[iterativeimprovement]

A late-breaking (4/15/2016) update on THAT hot mess: an author I really like nudged Michael’s on Twitter and they’ve seen the error of their ways.

[ahsadler]

i can’t believe we kinkshamed michaels into a product recall

[amarshmallow]

Hahaha!

[crazyaboutcinema]

[amarshmallow]

Um...

Hi?

[lsama]

I live.

I’m in therapy. It’s neat.

[amarshmallow]

I was thinking of you. Not just randomly but fondly. I hope this year is yours. <3

[myragewillendworlds]

Just something that’s been on my mind. Tumblr has this specific way of handling communities. These are just the ones that come by on my dash, I’m sure there are plenty more examples.

First they start out nice, tolerant, willing to listen and learn.

But they quickly become too nice and tolerant. Rather than simply accepting group X, they begin to overglorify them. They make them into something more special than people outside of group X, and coupled with their compulsive need to belong and feel special, desire to be a part of it too.

In comes the appropriation. If they can’t be a part of it, they’ll make themselves a part of it, one way or another. And is someone in group X not acting the way their fantasy version of them acts? Call them out on it!

They become so fanatical that they begin to talk over, or drive out the original people of group X.

And then finally they manage to become so hateful, their initial tolerance has turned into cold, terrifying intolerance. Calling gay/trans men privileged over white straight cis women, telling transsexual people to die, purposefully triggering people they dislike into panic attacks, defending Muslims to the point of calling the attack on Charlie Hebdo justified. And sending death threats to anyone who dares to disagree.

Being excluded from a group or community because you don’t belong there is not oppression.

It simply means that group does not describe or fit you as an individual.

If you can’t accept that, you have far deeper issues than your imagined ‘oppression’.

Inb4 tons of hate messages and death threats.

[pro-commonsense-mewtwo]

so accurate..

[lsama]

This is pretty much how I see Tumblr now, and this is a huge part of the reason I am no longer as active on Tumblr as I was. It’s basically turned into a place that does nothing but spread hatred towards everyone, regardless of how they identify in any shape, form, or fashion. 

And it is quickly becoming a place I no longer want to be a part of. I have enough issues in my life without seeing 5 our of every 10 posts being something hateful. 

This is no longer a community. It’s a social justice circlejerk that isn’t striving for any kind of equality at all. It’s just turning into ‘Who can I insult over something they have no control over?’

Tumblr is turning into the very thing it claims to hate.

A bunch of fucking bigots.

[amarshmallow]

Yeah ...

[amarshmallow]

L i f e

Good and maybe getting better. Maybe.

Things are going better but I'm still wary of the future and all the plans we're making. We're a step ahead, or so it appears, and thus far we are no steps behind. Yet. Life still feels as though we are pending - stuck in a queue - with some well meaning, if patronizing busybody, saying, 'please enjoy this flute solo while you wait.'  

The end of 2014 had its up, its downs, and some tough situations we had to go through. Not just me and Tony but a lot of our friends, who also had similar or worse situations.  I find myself still afraid of the future, afraid to get too happy for fear that something, anything, will come along and snatch it away. Tony is presently happy -- very happy -- and that makes me happy but doesn't ease my anxiety. The last thing I want is for something, anything, to come along and diminish his happiness. So I light up a cigarette, I drink my coffee, and I briefly allow myself to dream about what our future can be - providing we work hard enough for it.

Good news is I'm down to just three packs a week -- despite some small upsets that ramp up the urge for a smoke. I miss Starbucks, my one indulgence but that's fine, I have coffee here. I have my boyfriend who always smiles and kisses my brow, telling me that we're fine, everything is going to be okay. Don't worry, don't stress.

Easy words, heh heh. I love him and in my down, down, and low moments I remind myself of what a blessing he has been. I sit outside, sometimes in the cold, looking up and slowly counting each one. All my blessings, all my accomplishments, and at least for a little while I don't worry - not so much. I'm back to being happy, very happy - if still fearful of what the future holds.

[twohousesoftheholy]

I needed her for the humanity

(via twohousesoftheholy)

[love-personal]

[amarshmallow]

Hair. Issues. Pain. Cut it all off, pls

TMI

Every morning, as I go to brush my hair and discover the back has turned into a snarled rat's nest, and as I wince and glower into the mirror while trying to untangle the godawful mess -- I say to myself, "I'm never having sex again!"

Because this shit never happened until sex became a routine thing in my life.

.....why am I complaining?

Because I can and because this shit HURTS and besides, I know a lie when I see one.

"Never having sex again," she says, "until later tonight." He adds, with a smirk.

[aperiodofsoftness]

[jayalvarrez]

[aureat]

[skygenders]

British Tumblr Posts photoset #2

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American Photoset #1 

Canadian Photoset #3

[melancholywonderland]

I hated it. The relentless uniformity of heartbreak, the cycle that began at age fourteen, the torture of it, irremediable. This time his name was Paul and he’s in love with a cunt named Margie. I hated that I still hadn’t learned: straight men were the nemesis; when their kindness was brutal,...

[unwinona]

My friend Colin keeps it fucking real