Slightly Askew

M - 47 Sometimes NSFW, so no one under 18. Just a nerd in biker clothing. Veering away from the normalcy of society. This is a window into my world of music, bobbers and choppers, hot rods, polyamory, personal exploration, and all the adventures that come with these things! Fascists, racists, and pedophiles- DNI!!

[sridevi]

WONDER WOMAN // The Feminum Mystique: Part 2 (1976)

[ms-cellanies]

True back then, still true today.

[ghostieking]

me and my homies support real artists who put their passion into their pieces instead of a machine who rips off the hard work of talented peeps

[depsidase]

[fremulon]

call me a patron of the ass library the way I'm checking out that butt

[lamignonette]

[tordenvejr]

i don't even find perfection that interesting, like if you polish and prune something too much it can lose its soul and charm. art and people need to be a bit imperfect in order to be captivating

[silvermoon424]

This tweet read me to filth

[pi-la]

[bullymarx]

[badtundra]

just because you miss someone doesn’t mean you need them back in your life

[finalgirldigital]

People love natives in such a superficial way. People wanna stand with natives when we’re talking about the trees, and the land. People wanna stand with natives when we talk about philosophies of love and togetherness. But as soon as it’s time to talk about political side of being native. About dismantling a system built on the genocide of our people. About how we need a new system that isn’t built upon capital gain and benefitting white bodies. About putting up a fight. About how the colonial state we reside in is a disgusting imperial plague on this land. Suddenly y’all don’t wanna talk native.

[neechees]

"They spent hundreds of years trying to assimilate my ancestors, trying to create indians like me, who could blend in, but now they don’t want me either. They can’t make up their minds.

They want buckskin and face paint, drumming, songs in languages they can’t understand recorded for them but with English subtitles, of course. They want educated, well spoken, but not too smart. Christian, well behaved, never question. They want to learn the history of the people, but not the ones that are here now, waving signs in their faces, asking them for clean drinking water, asking them why their women are going missing, asking them why their land is being ruined.

They want fantastical stories of Indians that used to roam this land. They want my culture behind glass in a museum.

But they don’t want me." -Shelby Lisk

[anxeious]

[oversorted]

[chungledown-bimothy]

reblog to tell a 14 year old that these are the very, very hard years and they're not wrong to feel the way they do.

[nojglisrenaissance]

I had a fifteen minute long crying session yesternight over the fact that all I was 10 years ago, at the ripe old age of 14, is lost and lonely, and now, at 24, I am neither and that filled me with so much gratitude

[cecil-speaks]

reblog to tell a teenager that these aren’t actually the best years of your life and that things can and will get better when you have independance and maybe are away from your situation right now.

Its me reblog to tell me that

[gimmeabobber]

I absolutely hated being 14. Actually, I hated being 13-19. It all sucked. I was bullied. I had very few friends. I wasn’t athletic. I didn’t fit in anywhere. My mother essentially blamed me for every shortcoming in her life.

Because I was such a misfit, I fell into a kinda bad crowd. In our early teens, it was just running around town doing Jackass-like stunts and pranks. In our later teens, it turned into drinking, fighting, and trying to get laid. I didn’t like it and I wanted to get away, but I didn’t know what else to do, so I stayed.

And through all this, I kept being told this was the best time of my life.

“Enjoy it while you can, kid! After this, it’s just going to work and paying bills.”

But it SUCKED. Nearly every day was a barrage of all the ways I was wrong, how I didn’t belong, and how I was never quite good enough.

By the time I was in college, it took nearly two full years for me to begin to accept that people actually DID like me and I WAS allowed to be happy for myself.

And once I started to unlearn all the toxic bullshit that had been pounded into my head from little on, something miraculous happened- I started to ENJOY life!

I started meeting people- GOOD people! People who wanted to learn and grow instead of being general dickheads.

I began to study music. I got active in healthy ways. I actually felt GOOD about myself!

Your teenage years are very likely the hardest time in your life. But all you have to do is get through it. It doesn’t have to be pretty; you just gotta get there. Once you get through it, you never ever have to go back. And there is so, SO much life to live and fun to have when you come out the other side!

I was often told how much I would miss high school once I graduated. I didn’t. It was the most miserable time of my life and I hated it. When I walked out those doors, I never looked back!

And life only continues to get better.

[rexslastblog]

[freakoutgirl]

dw if I die I will still haunt the narrative

[chickensgod]

[hellenhighwater]

your home is absolutely beautiful!!! do you have advice for people who’d want to decorate like you or any methods you use when decorating?

@starsabove-aspect

Take it slow, take it sincerely, and don't take it seriously.

If you like to watch people do home decor online, you will often see people doing professional level whirlwind makeovers, where the whole space is transformed in a matter of days. That is not realistic for what decorating your own home is like, unless you have hella money to throw at the project. In which case, congratulations.

But more practically, I am usually only doing things one step at a time. I have a vague vibes-based concept for each room--I can reblog an older post about that, if you like--and then it's just a question of stumbling across the right items for the space. Usually I start with a paint color, and even then, there's often a process of trial and error. I painted the whole sunroom three times before I mixed a shade of verdigris I liked. I did my whole bedroom in one shade of black before I realized I wanted a different sheen of paint and a more complex color. And then it's a waiting game. Waiting to come across the right furniture. Waiting to find art that I like for the walls. Waiting to feel like I've got my head around what I want for the room.

It's really just figuring out what you think is interesting, and cool, and beautiful, and finding places in your home that fit.