we're not kids anymore.
oozey mess
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Origami Around
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todays bird
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hello vonnie
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
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occasionally subtle
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trying on a metaphor
Stranger Things
styofa doing anything
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@hellaqueenforlife
The bad thoughts are always the worst when there is nothing and no one to stop them. I am drowning but I am too far gone to be heard. I really wanted to be better. I was better. Why is it that once I’m alone, I’m stuck in the dark? I don’t want to be stuck. I don’t want to be anything anymore.
just trying to help with the dishes.. all good here (via)
does plastic surgery biodegrade?
like, are future archaeologists just going to have to run the risk of digging up skeletons with massive tits from now on? is that how it's going to be?
Skeletitties
Ah shit, the tit slipped
The breadsticks thing to me is hilarious I think it must be another Europe/America thing bc my whole life ‘breadsticks’ have been these hard crunchy thin stick things you buy them at the supermarket and it says breadsticks on the box Never in my life has anyone around me referred to an actual stick of bread as a breadstick lmao But then we don’t have Olive Garden either
wait, that’s not what they’re talking about?
Are you telling me this meme is not about grissini? My life is a lie!
I… did wonder why there would be such a focus on going to somewhere with unlimited dry wheat twigs. Googling ‘olive garden breadsticks’ does seem to suggest a tastier thing.
Huh.
this changes everything
I mean, I thought it was odd that they everyone was so excited about breadsticks… but then I thought, well, it’s America…
Wait they’re talking about actual bread???
grissini:
breadsticks:
… I want American breadsticks. ;_;
@goodbyecassiel - this is the Great Breadstick Misunderstanding, companion to the Epic Lemonade Confusion post
@charlottedabookworm my life is a lie
Omfg same
wtaf why did nobody ever tell us they were talking about actual bread?!?!
We literally did tell you. We. We used the word BREAD.
but………… those aren’t breadsticks!
They are sticks.
Of bread.
🤷♂️
We didn’t know you had breadtwigs instead.
OH the joke is funnier than previously thought because those are bigger and therefore it would be harder and more socially awkward to shove them into your purse! Lol
I feel like this is explaining a joke to Vulcans who are totally game to try humor, and I’m loving it.
@sunvenice breadsticks.
i desperately need my moots who aren’t doctor who fans to see this PLEASE
edit: this is NOT EDITED. it may seem like a stupid fan edit but i don’t know shit about video editing. this is 100% real
If you’re not keeping up, Cartoon Network sold off most of its original programming over the last few years to run exclusively on HBO Max, but after a merger with Discovery, HBO has taken them all down, including those that were still in production, for what is long story short a big tax write-off.
And it’s not a simple matter of them just airing or streaming somewhere else now. It’s a very complicated issue of rights and contracts and money but essentially it’s very possible that these shows will never be available again in official capacity and their creators will never see another penny from them again, either. Some completed episodes may also be lost media, indefinitely.
For a couple of series, such as Mao Mao and Infinity Train, Cartoon Network has gone back and scrubbed all tweets, youtube clips or other mention of the series existence, confirming they likely no longer have the rights to take them anywhere else.
The tweet today by the art director of Tig N’ Seek made me saddest.
A lot of people this week have simply given up on their industry careers, seeing years of their life’s work just vanish into a corporate vault overnight. Being able to point to your work on a streaming service had apparently even become a pretty critical part of the portfolios they now rely on to get new jobs.
Streaming media went from an optimistic new frontier to even worse than cable TV so suddenly.
I am so god damn tired of losing everything. I feel everything I love slipping so far away from me, leaving me behind in the darkness. I am constantly moving away from that promised light at the end of the tunnel. Every heart break feels like the first one all over again. Each break matching a scar on my wrist, the wrist that is letting go of everything I’ve ever loved, pushing me further away from everyone, trying to make sure this is the last heart break.
I exist in the eye of the storm,
Watching chaos and destruction work harmoniously,
Writing the symphony of my life;
A melody of mayhem,
Calling my name with her rich notes .
Encircled by turmoil,
No escape,
Nothing but the raging storm around me;
Consuming all signs of peace,
Until there is nothing left but me,
The lone witness to the tones of travesty.
The tears rolling down my face are the only warmth my face feels since you were ripped from my life. They are the closest thing I have to comfort. I sit in the dark because in the light I can see that you’re no longer here. I listen to the sound of your voice on the videos you left so it doesn’t sound like you’re gone. I eat what’s left of the food you froze for us so it tastes like you’re still here. I feel the leather jacket on the chair where you left it because it feels like you never left. I sit outside smelling the summer air after a rainstorm because it’s the only scent that reminds me of you. I try so desperately to keep you here, but it’s too late. You’re gone and the only solace is in my sobs.
Time is my enemy. She ticks away, moving forward, leaving a path of destruction in her wake. I am paralyzed as she moves like a hurricane, stuck in the eye of the storm with no escape. Time moves forward, but not with me. I stay put in the place where I watched her take everything from me. Time was never on my side, and she’ll never be on yours either.
Slipping into the darkness isn’t scary anymore. I used to be afraid of the dark. Now I crave it. It’s the only time I can look in a mirror and not hate who is staring back at me. Once I get a glimpse of myself in the light, I never wanna look again. Narcissus was supposed to be a cautionary tale but I would give anything to be able to spend my life loving myself the way he did. I cannot even look at my skin without wanting slice it open. I cannot look at my body without wanting to starve it. I cannot look at anything of mine without wanting to change every aspect of who I am. The only time I feel safe is when I blend into the darkness, unable to see myself or be seen by anyone. The darkness is the only place I can truly call home. Nothing will ever love me like the dark.
I’ve traded living in the moment for living by the calorie and the cut. I don’t live for life anymore because life was stolen from me. I can no longer see a future filled with happiness and realized dreams. I’ve ditched fantasy for fact and the facts are that I cannot be happy with who I am. I lost who I am and I can’t find her again. She was stolen from me. So I starve and I slice until I like who I stare at in the mirror, working overtime to find a version of myself tolerable enough to be with day to day. I do everything to simply catch a glimpse of who I once was, of the life I once had. The one who had only a few cracks that just needed repair; not this shattered, mangled, Frankenstein of myself I’ve morphed into. The cost of repair is too high, so I won’t repair. I will break myself over and over to remind myself of what my carelessness lost.
When youre young, they teach you about the little voice in your head that directs you between what’s right and wrong. The voice that is supposed to guide you through life’s greatest conflicts. So I did just that. I listened to what the voice said. It said go left and I went left. I let it guide me thinking it knew best. Was mine broken from the start or was I not careful enough with it that I broke it? Because it hasn’t been taking me to where I need to go for a long time. Mine has told me to starve myself, to hurt myself, to relieve myself from the pain in any way possible. That’s supposed to be wrong. It’s supposed to be telling me to stop, to think, to reach out for help; yet the voice in my head demands silence. It demands I never speak of it since it knows best. So I suffer, begging for someone to hear the screams in the silence. I can’t lose the voice either because then I’d have no more navigational system. So I wont speak, I’ll just listen and let the voice decide, because how bad could it be?
