The ENTIRE TIME I Watch the Bloodhounds (season 1+2) I just want to THROW PUNCHES AND KICKS like they do u.u. beautiful.
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The ENTIRE TIME I Watch the Bloodhounds (season 1+2) I just want to THROW PUNCHES AND KICKS like they do u.u. beautiful.
Oh how I LOOOOOOOVE the fighting sequences in the Bloodhounds 2 (@ ep.04)
They're awesome 0.0
i get why people don't believe in marriage as a social construct but legally it is the best and easiest way to say "this is who i trust to take care of me when i can't take care of myself" and i'm so glad gay people fought for that right bc when shit gets scary at least i know im in good hands
Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says “no eyes… no nose… no face. Don’t trust.” To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.
Cybertruck. It was a cybertruck.
absolute gold on Reddit today
I'm SO done with people disrespecting me. Even family members.
Cause I usually listen and I'm kind and understanding, this does not mean I don't have my own boundaries or opinions. I can run out of patience too. I can think you're an hypocrite or a stupid fuck too. I'm just very careful with how I act and with the words I use.
Do not fucking underestimate me or take me for granted.
i don’t worship a god, i worship the earth,
i worship life, death, and birth.
i’m grateful for the clean water i get to drink,
i admire the rainbow’s hues, from red to pink.
i worship the sky and i worship the seas,
i hug the trees, and watch them blow in the breeze.
i love the birds’ sing-song, their ‘tweet, tweet, tweet’.
i love the seasons, the summer’s blazing heat.
i love icicles, the snow, the way that they gleam.
i love eating food, and my favourite ice-cream.
i worship all different creatures, big and small.
if we were all the same there would be no point at all.
i admire the mountains, they stand tall and proud.
i admire the ocean’s depths, where silence is loud.
i worship the land on which we stand,
be it desert, forest, or wet grassland.
we should all worship the earth,
it gifts us the miracle of life.
the earth sustains everything,
and makes all things thrive.
i worship this place that I call home,
if we all love each other then we’ll never be alone.
anxiety
stomach turning,
my body’s full of dread.
eyes burning,
into the back of my head.
don’t move too abruptly,
don’t breathe too loud,
you must sit quietly,
don’t you dare make a sound.
silently screaming,
choking on my own breath,
disaster looming,
close to my certain death.
my limbs start to shake,
and all my muscles ache.
sweat drips down my chin,
as the room begins to spin.
four things you can touch, five things you can see
as the walls tower over me.
a rapid heartbeat,
i can’t even stand up out of my seat.
i fear this is the way things will always be.
why do i let anxiety control me?
Oh. So the Bloodhound season 2 was just what I needed to move my sad ass to a better state of mind (fightsfightsfights+ some blood+ 2 soft kokoro & doe eyes men that hit HARD+ bad bad but strong & smart men + smart&cool women)
I started to dislike myself when I started to please others.
Now I look at myself in the mirror and those reflected images are just not me. Maybe I'm pleasant at the sight. But in every every photo I'm in, I hate what I see.
I used to love swimming, working out, dance, going out with my friends to drink cheap beers and play the guitar singing completely out of key. But I was happy. I miss studying. Making my own clothes and having my own "personal style". Oh, and my fucking, beautiful, piercings.
Now I'm an "adult", with "proper" cheap clothes, shoes, earrings and always a smile on my face. I hate all about it.
And I fucking hate when people say I look "nice", but they just can't see how I really feel inside. It's not their fault. It's me.
I don't fucking know how to go back ( or forward).
This is who I am now. Right at this moment. Ew.
Girls will be boys
Boys will be girls
Fascists will 💖 be shot💖
Just keep on surviving.
Not existing.
That's a fucking problem.
Don't like it.
Fuck me.
LET THEM LIVE!!!
If you're curious about the fic here it is
"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry
they should invent a body that feels normal to be inside of