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ok new pinned post time SO: hi im charlie !! im the self-proclaimed biggest mystery channel fan, and ive been chronically obsessed with dnp n mychem in particular for over a decade now (none of these fags will stop haunting me) so its mainly that/textpost rbs/me whinging and whining

tbh if im posting im usually some level of drunk/high/crossfaded, etc. and im rambling about Nothing™ that seems like everything in the moment, so if you disagree with a dogshit take of mine theres a good chance i also disagree with me. def feel free to call me out on dumbass opinions if you see them tho.

this is also a relatively new blog so im still trying to get my tags in order (and i also mostly tag for my own organisation) but once again, feel free to chat to me about it. main tags will be,, in the tags, believe it or not, of this post, just gimme some unspecified amount of business days.

#c.txt #i am. hmm. i try real hard to/love being super niceys but at my core i am a massive and often pretentious cunt so.#idk grain of salt with most things i say #i. feel like i should have more to say but i havent done a legit introduction-style pinned in yonks so. idk to be updated #for now my gen tags are:#dnp #mychem #flashing #(<-photosensitive triggers—def not foolproof tho)#generic office supply store #(<-work)#bitching whining etc #(<-go to therapy-ass shit)#and #c.txt faves #(<-posts i made that id reblog if they came up on my dash)

m4ybeforever

oh jesus fucking christ. does it even matter how much i'm trying to stick it to big film (read: people giving very english lit takes about a broad genre of film) when the end goal is. i guess being stoic at the end of marley and me?? which i already know doesnt work because i will cry when the dog dies, every fucking time

m4ybeforever

IMMEDIATELY. timestamp is roundabout 11:52 and thats exactly the way we picked my big man jett. in that, my mum and her loser straight faggot bf picked a pup out of an entire litter,, out of. someone. that they just happened to know. breeding full-bred rottie pups,, and we got him for cheap bc his white chest marks wouldve kept him out of showbiz

bc. That Doesnt Fucking Happen. i'd love to know which guy was selling rottie pups cuz i'd put him into the fucking ground. despite the highprice breed, and the fact that i was allowed to pet the dogs (misunderstanding that mightve upset me a tiny bit but could have easily led to puppy parvo) and that i've always made a really good trophywife if the dogs are kids (in that i dont yell or scream or hit. despite the absolute fucking trantrums i've had in my life. if i've gotta look after a lil guy then my life depends on that lil guy. am i crazy??

#c.txt #THE WAY THAT MY MUM IGNORES THIS HAPPENING #AS IF JETT (sweetest and best-trained sweetheart OF ALL TIME)#wasnt literally a puppymill dog. except that they knew the guy running the whole system #fuck that guy fuck my mum fuck ben. but it didnt matter just yet because i loved my sweetheart boy #who weighed literally more than me but would come into my room and sleep on my feet if i was having nightmares

the-muppet-joker

The Bug Leagues are very time consuming. Blood tests. Background check. Strange medications. Mandated bug therapy. Its a fucking pain in the ass is what it is!

oh jesus fucking christ. does it even matter how much i'm trying to stick it to big film (read: people giving very english lit takes about a broad genre of film) when the end goal is. i guess being stoic at the end of marley and me?? which i already know doesnt work because i will cry when the dog dies, every fucking time

#c.txt #i know about what i can expect from thos movie given that i watched it just a handful of years between when my own sweet baby girl indie #and so. its perhaps a little too close to home for my own cinematographical bias #but i watched red dog when i was maybe 6 years old and i cried like a bitch #im at least 14 years older now. so surely i'll understand what it means to win in terms of movies where dogs die #like i'll win.#right??

i fuckin. its nothing. met a really cool guy who gave me a smoke and directions. that was sick, and thats it. its all nothing. u know??

#c.txt

soulren

“Ghosts are real” I can see how you could believe that

“Ghosts aren’t real” it’s very fair and rational that you believe that

“Ghosts aren’t real anymore” I’m about to hear a poem or very sad story

“Ghosts aren’t real yet” the fuck are you going to do

amalgamezz

since the concept of "romance as horror" keeps getting misinterpreted, id like to propose a much clearer alternative: romance as an instrument of torture

#The Years™