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Drew a Tim Burton styled garden with D's in place of Bees
Sometimes I feel like no matter how hard I try, no matter how much I give, I will never be good enough for anyone
Courtesy of the Depressing thoughts eating me alive (via annasaffliction)
I wake up I post to facebook I finish my tea I post to facebook I get ready I post to facebook I have my lunch I post to facebook I end my day I post to facebook
And while I realise I post too much and have far to much to say The truth is in my head is nothing I just want the pain and anxiety to go away I hope for a notification, a comment a sly reply My constant posting is really a cry I’m crying out that I’m not in control My fingers hit the buttons I’m stuck in a millenial hole I dont actually think I’m interesting or amazing But for everything I do think or hear I’m constantly paraphrasing The whole situation, who I am, it’s only a lie I’m falling apart, while I'm cutting all ties The constant updates and texting its really crippling The words mean nothing I’m really dribbling I need a rubber band and to start slapping my wrists So my words don’t turn to anger while my anger turns to fists
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I feel like I cheated
I’m in the finals of Short and Sweet… but I didn’t earn my way there… the play did but I didn’t. You see I was not an actor in it. Not until a cast member couldn’t make the finals and now all of a sudden am doing nightly rehearsals to learn her lines and blocking so that They can hopefully still be in it to win it.
Though I have been doing theatre acting with blocking this year it’s been interactive horror theatre. Outside in parks (yes paid for and audience buy tickets) it’s so weird hearing stage directions especially as the last school I trained at being a film acting school and our blocking done for on set not on stage. But honestly since leaving film school most stuff I fall into is stage I should get my head around stage directions.
I can only hope I am a valuable member of the team. Also the director seems lovely though he is in Canberra so all our interactions have been through video chat
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I'm in a big dungeons and dragons group on facebook... over 50,000 users. So a guy comments that his gender fluid character got killed. Needless to say some people started getting pretty on the nose about a gender fluid character. Really d&d players... lets think about this. You spend hours a week playing a fantasy game where nothing is real but you guys are going to play the meat head role when it comes to gender fluidity and androgeny. Fucking work your shit you live half your life pretending to be a half dwarf barbarian named jeremiah the suffering when you couldnt even lift a conan sword but cannot get past your small concept of gender *slow claps* And for those wondering yes I own a barbarian sword.
I’m done speaking to both of you, OK? You’re both fucking insane. You know what your problem is? MTV, Playboy, and Madison fucking Avenue. Yes. Let me explain something to you. Girls with big tits have big asses. Girls with little tits have little asses. That’s how it goes.God doesn’t fuck around. He’s fair. He gave the fatties big, beautiful tits and the skinnies little, tiny niddlers. It’s not my rule. If you don’t like it, call him. Oh, guys, look what we have here. Look. Your favourite. Oh, you like that? Nice? Well, it doesn’t exist. Look at the hair. It’s long, flowing - like a river. Well, it’s a fucking weave, OK? And the tits. Please! I could hang my overcoat on them. Tits, by design, were invented to be suckled by babies. Yes, they’re purely functional. These are silicone city. And look - my favourite, the shaved pubis. Pubic hair being so unruly and all. This is a mockery, a sham. This is bullshit. Implants, collagen, plastic, capped teeth, the fat sucked out, the hair extended, the nose fixed, the bush shaved…These are not real women. They’re beauty freaks. They make us normal women with our wrinkles, our puckered boobs, our cellulite, feel somehow inadequate. Well, I don’t buy it. But if you think there’s a chance you could get one of these women, you don’t give us real women any commitment - it’s pathetic. What do you think you’ll do? You'll end up drooling in some nursing home, then you’ll decide that it’s time to settle down, have kids?! You gonna find a cheerleader? Oh, eat me! Look at Paul - models on the wall, dog named Elle MacPherson. He’s insane! He’s obsessed. You’re all obsessed. If you had an ounce of self Girls-esteem, of self Girls-worth, of self Girls-confidence, you would realise that as trite as it may sound, beauty is truly skin deep. And if you did hook a model, I guarantee you’d be sick of her. Get over yourself. No matter how perfect the nipple, how supple the thigh, unless there’s some other shit going on besides the physical, it’s going to get old, OK? And you guys have got to get a grip, otherwise the future of the human race is in jeopardy.
Gina, Beautiful Girls (1996)
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I was thinking…for me it’s better I don’t romanticize things as much anymore. I was suffering so much all the time. I still have lots of dreams, but they’re not in regard to my love life. It doesn’t make me sad, it’s just the way it is. That’s why I’m in a relationship with somebody who’s never around. Obviously, I can’t deal with the day to day life of a relationship. Yeah, we have, you know, this exciting time together and then he leaves, and I miss him, but at least I’m not dying inside. When someone is always around me, I’m like suffocating! I know I said that I need to love and be loved, but when I do it quickly makes me nauseous! It’s a disaster… I mean I’m really happy only when I’m on my own. Even being alone…it’s better than…sitting next to a lover and feeling lonely. It’s not so easy for me to be all romantic. You start off that way and after you’ve been screwed over a few times…you…you…you forget about all your delusional ideas and you just take what comes into your life. That’s not even true I haven’t been…screwed over, I’ve just had too many blah relationships. They weren’t mean, they cared for me, but… there was no real…connection or excitement. At least not from my side. You know…it’s not even that. I was…I was fine, until I read your fucking book! It stirred shit up, you know? It reminded me how genuinely romantic I was, how I had so much hope in things, and now it’s like…I don’t believe in anything that relates to love. I don’t feel things for people anymore. In a way…I put all my romanticism into that one night, and I was never able to feel all this again. Like…somehow this night took things away from me and…I expressed them to you, and you took them with you! It made me feel cold, like if love wasn’t for me! You know what? Reality and love are almost contradictory for me. It’s funny…every single of my ex’s…they’re now married! Men go out with me, we break up, and then they get married! And later they call me to thank me for teaching them what love is, and…and that I taught them to care and respect women! You know, I want to KILL them!! Why didn’t they ask ME to marry them? I would have said “No”, but at least they could have asked!! But it’s my fault, I know it’s my fault, because…I never felt it was the right man. Never! But what does it mean the right man? The love of your life? The concept is absurd; the idea that we can only be complete with another person is…EVIL!! RIGHT??!! You know, I guess I’ve been heartbroken too many times. And then I recovered. So now, you know, from the start I make no effort…because I know it’s not going to work out, I know it’s not going to work out.
Céline, Before Sunset (2004)
Satanic Tradition
Being a Satanist isn’t following certain rules and specific practices. It is a rejection of tradition and individualism in its truest sense.
Strive for what benefits you, help those around you do the same, and fight back against any authority that tries to repress your existence.
Satanism is the pursuit of freedom.
Ave Satanas!
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I’m really not masculine at all. Sure I dress masc most times and love my boy haircut and gaining muscle but… I’m such a lil princess it’s pathetic.
I'm a blob of fluidity and no idea what it is that I really am.
I now look super cute in hats too. (Apparently it's vain to think I look cute in certain things but I think I do and I usually don't like my looks much at all so that's a big thing!)
Photo by Slobodan Bozic Photography I got a hair cut in my time away! I feel more comfortable being gender neutral. You see sometimes I feel more comfortable looking like a boy other times like a girl and I still don't understand these feelings but I feel more like me than I ever have with short hair and a mixture of boy and girl clothes depending on my mood