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She/they ~ 19

[studentofetherium]

happy monopoly mermaid monday thursday

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[studentofetherium]

happy monopoly mermaid monday friday

[studentofetherium]

happy monopoly mermaid monday saturday

[studentofetherium]

happy monopoly mermaid monday sunday

[studentofetherium]

happy monopoly mermaid monday!

[yodaprod]

If you are mad about 80s calculators… more here

[bug-mp3]

[little-banjo-frog]

I've been reduced to a pile of sadness and despair (I'm upset :( ) because the love of my life, (ao3) is dead from hay fever (down for maintenance), I will never recover (I'll literally forget once it's back up)

[farewelljuniper]

I think you’re stupid

[hungry-skeleton]

[redrreign]

[retrogamingblog2]

Biblically accurate Magneton

[farewelljuniper]

Do you think in the aftg universe there is an exy sports anime?

[fearthefuzzybear]

[fearthefuzzybear]

oh uh. scuse me. just a lil snail crossing your dash

[spiralstaircased]

dude stop trying to garner context and character traits from the objects in my room i know youre doing it. stop clicking on shit im not gonna tell you about - oh that picture is of me and my dad. yeah he's not really in my life anymore i just keep it around cause im sentimental- DUDE

[queen-breha-organa-archived-dea]

Dear December,

please. bro please. please. bro please. please. just. dude. please. just a break. let me have one break. dude please, im begging you man, im already down, don’t kick me. bro please-

[farewelljuniper]

Sister cities by the wonder years is so Neil and Andrew

[sunweek]

sorry for being cringe about the blonde popstar woman sometimes she just means EVERYTHING to me

[softs0ngs]

Jessica gives me a chill pill

I keep waking up in different beds and in this same body. I have to say this right away so you know it didn't start with limbs slackened, hair oily, a cruelty towards the sun. It started in the backseat of Jessica's Pepto-dismal truck. She tied my hair back with rubber bands when the freeway passed clean through us. Jessica says I can feel like a cherry blossom tree wobbling under lightning. Jessica has a forehead scar from the deep end of a pool. I ask Jessica what drowning feels like and she says not everything feels like something else. That night we lose the 7/11 lottery but I draw my lucky number, no quarters so we scratch our tickets with fingernails. Jessica says that's the sanctity of ritual—  a ceaselessness in how I look at every drop of rain before it touches ground, the way Jessica mouths my name in her sleep eating each syllable like a minor god. I'm coming out as someone who loves things unevenly, my theologies strewn out in the dark, this iPhone an almost oracle. Jessica forces me to watch every sunset even when I am full. She puts her fingers in my mouth and says open your eyes. Open them. You see the small-town girls on big billboards? One day that's us.

-Angie Sijun Lou

[brennatwohy]

I know it’s a little late, but I have a few New Year’s resolutions.

This year, I will walk around my house in my underwear blasting T. Swift & I will not give a single fuck who sees me.

This year, I resolve, I will eat some sort of sandwich in the bathtub while drinking a goddamn bottle of fancy-ass wine.

This year I probably won’t get a better job, but I will talk about needing a better job,

and you might think I haven’t planned this out very well. But it is hard to set goals for yourself when the most difficult thing you can imagine is continuing to exist inside this body,

which is to say, last year I poured myself out sacrificial and prayed for any sort of miracle, which is to say, last year, I learned just how many ways you can kill yourself daily while still waking up the next morning,

I have been a silent opera, all open mouth quiet screaming, am I supposed to be grateful to have survived this?

Do you really think Lazarus wasn’t angry when they opened up his tomb?

Do you really think you can come back without bringing hell with you?

Lazarus and I, we are not afraid of zombie movies. We know what it’s like to be a dead thing walking around among the living; We have learned a thing or two about resurrection, This year, I am full up with fire— do not mistake this for burning; This year, Lazarus reborn in me; This year, I am not sorry, This year, I am made entirely of teeth.