[segamascott]

my me themed tumblr account

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[grandtreeangel]

lyrics from pool, crystal clear, zissou, discovery channel, disappearing man, hyd

[reginasphalanges]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer 3.16 Doppelgangland

[hidauta-portfolio]

You could call me Ms. Paramour <3

[hydrachea]

> turns on my computer

> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default

> opens my email

> disables a new AI feature that was turned on by default

> launches a software

> disables a new AI fea

[crybabyals]

I’d love to stop yearning for things I know aren’t in the cards for me

[i-enact-postvore]

You ever think about many peices of media have zero women and thats just perfectly normal but if a peice of media has an all female cast people get... like that? Women should be allowed to kill over this btw

[loveshoplifter]

same but it's black people

[i-enact-postvore]

That's right

[inkskinned]

i don't think i was ever real to you.

i guess sometimes it probably felt real. i know you liked me when i was small and dangly, a ring on your hand. you liked me when i was dazzling and easy and jovial; you liked the skimmed perfection of me. you liked that i could comfort you, that i listened without hesitation, that i held you while you slept. you liked me sitting doglike at your palm, panting and happy.

but i was already rabid and hurting and raw when you found me. i think some part of my big ugly neediness ruined your opinion of me. when i was bad - and so often i was doing badly - it was heinous to you. it stole from you. the endless desires i had, dripping off of me onto the floor. staining everything.

my mom says the problem is that i made it too easy for you. i loved you too much, poured so much into your cup that the rest just passed right on out and through. i don't want to believe her. i want to believe that the right kind of love is never "too much." i think you'd probably tell me the reverse is true anyway - something about me just wasn't enough.

sometimes i think about the book i was writing for you. 236 pages, neat and tidy. two hundred and thirty-six; twenty-two of which i almost gave you that morning. just to say the right thing. just to get you to understand - good lord, i know i'm not good enough, but can't you see i'm fucking trying?

doglike again. in all those pages, all i did was sing your praises. i wrote about you with devotion. i wrote about you with a rainbow in my heart, a sunbeam. a whipped creature gnawing her own wrist off. how fucking pathetic to say i genuinely believed.

three weeks ago you told me you'd finally - finally! - written me a song. it was about how sad you'd be once we eventually broke up. the epitaph of something you killed, and you delivered it so calmly.

i don't think i meant anything to you, is all. i don't know how to write about that. i think you just used me. who can blame you, i guess.

i know i made it easy.

[mismaxx]

What is the meaning of international law at this point when some countries are allowed complete impunity to do whatever they want without consequences

[seasonofhorror]

CHUCKY 1.02 | "Give Me Something Good to Eat"

[2000saesthetics]

Neon Acid PS1

[graveyardsoup]

DOING THE RIGHT THING // A Ga-Rei Zero Mix

“let the pictures soak, out of televisions”

[shintsukidex]

Why can’t we go back to when game consoles actually looked classy

[euritsua]

[pinkblanc]

Hans Holzer, America's Restless Ghosts, 1993

[soulofthedeep]

Sound on to hear the water running through pebbles