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I’m a patron of the arts (I leave nice comments on aO3).
I'm a patron of the arts (I reblog on Tumblr dot com)
Chappell Roan @ VMAs 2024
you're not an horrible person you are 15 years old
"you can be 15 years old and also a terrible person" teenagers do stupid shit all the time, adults do stupid shit all the time, what matters is that you learn about that and that you don't let that define you. you are figuring out yourself and you never really stop doing that.
this is a thing i saw on tiktok and it's been bothering me forever and ever. okay yeah you took bad decisions/hurted people/etc. but that doesn't mean that you're destinated to hurt people or to be a bad person forever and ever. perhaps at the moment you thought what you were doing was good. perhaps you were trying to protect yourself. perhaps you just didn't know any better. perhaps you thought that it wouldn't be that bad. whatever thing you've might've done on the past doesn't define you in any sort of way. you are a human being and you will do a lot of mistakes until you die. putting yourself down won't help on anything. others putting you down doesn't mean anything. don't let your mistakes be something that defines you, but let them be a reminder that you're still here and that you can grow as a person.
if this breaches containment I'll be genuinely happy. be kinder to yourselfs. life is about growing and learning, not about punishing and denying.
#you tell 'em girl
CHAPPELL ROAN performing at the 2024 MTV Video Music Awards — September 11, 2024
x / sylvia plath
so i took out the trash today like the good house husband i am not, leaving behind the rank smell of long forgotten noodles and the regrets of two people with memory issues
i, like any good tumblr citizen, remember the tales of the person who put two cups of vanilla extract in their oven so i did the sensible thing to get out two Caps of extract
just then, inspiration struck. a bolt of lightning straight from the muses themselves, if i could use vanilla extract.... who's to say i couldn't use other extracts?
i scoured the cabinets, i knew my partner had secreted away some illicit non-vanilla type extracts for baking, and i found it.
hidden in the back of the cabinet was a lone bottle of mint extract
i emptied my two caps with abandon into an (oven safe) glass dish and gleefully set the oven for 300 for an hour
all that was left now was to wait for the sins of the mind to be purged by the mighty mint leaf
ten minutes in... starting to smell kinda like a thin mint
fifteen minutes in, i take a nice deep breath of lovely scented air and i am greeted by searing burning minty pain
i launch myself towards the kitchen, every step closer to mint hell, every orifice on my face burning with the freezing righteous flame of menthol
im fumbling for the oven mitt to rid my home of this foul demon, i pry the oven open and am hit with a blast unlike anything else
i feel what that vine kid taking shots of mouthwash feels, i was seared raw, my tits were blown clean off, and it was just me and that devilish beguiling minty fresh taste
quickly dumping the rest into the sink i ran towards the door, begging for the sweet sweet smell of un-minted air
learning nothing from this encounter, i dare to try once more, with the tumblr-approved extract this time
wish me luck
update: the vanilla has finished cooking, it now very much smells like the pillsberry doughboy fucked a thin mint
doesn't hurt tho so.... improvement?
#congrats on commiting chemical warfare against yourself
had to make the inverse situation of this. lets give it up for time blindness yayyy
had to do it to ‘em
That’s called fashion, babe
the honda odyssey, huh?
Happy Holidays!! Time to celebrate with Absorbent Kerm. 🎄💖✨
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As I sat on my knees, staring down at the ugly church carpet
The pastor begging God to protect us.
I thought of the way your hands held me tightly in the theater
Whispering that you’d never let me get hurt.
“What would I do without you?” he says.
While my friends complained about our college exams
And I looked at their pretty faces blankly.
I remembered how bad last night was for you even to speak
And it killed me to see one-word responses that made you sound dead
“I don’t want to live.” he says.
In the moment, watching you quietly,
you started begging me to come over and sit in your lap.
I wondered if this would last forever as I had dreamed,
ignoring that it could end up cursed.
“What if we ended up getting married?” he says.
During our late-night call and horror movie marathon,
the feeling of fatigue mixed with cheap scares were killing me.
“I hate you for putting me through this!” I scream.
But your wonderful laugh echoed in my ears.
“I never thought I’d say that,” he says.
I keep the memories saved in a folder devoted to you.
Your photos and compliments keep me going.
Your cat Lucifer is filling my inbox when I’m crying
because that’s the only way you know how to help.
“My heads such a mess and I have absolutely no idea how to handle it half the time.” he says.
I start to tremble like a leaf,
I cried because I could see myself failing.
As my body heaved up bile and tears,
You told me everything was going to be “okay.”
“What are you talking about babe?” he says.
I yell at you and get no response for an hour.
My livid words are now embarrassing and childish.
I finally got a message, and I raced to apologize.
But of course, all the message shows me is a GIF of dancing dogs.
“Why do emotions have to be so fucking complicated?” he says.
I wanna break us apart and start fresh
My chances for freedom come all the time
I sit at my computer, my finger hovering over the enter key
Begging myself to for once make the biggest jump.
“I’ve actually become addicted to you.” he says.
I look at your jawline, shaggy hair, and Cheshire smile.
Tattered band shirt, smiley face pj pants, and bizarrely large hands.
I remember how hard it's been for you to get to any human affection.
And no one has ever given you a chance to be loved.
“I’m so lucky to have you.” he says.
Your hand passes down my neck to the dimples in my back,
In a pot shirt, tight jeans, and my calloused hands.
You tell me how much you’ve missed me,
Even though we were only separated by our own mental instability.
“I don’t know how I could ever begin to repay you.” he says.
As I complained on and on about my future,
Explaining the pros and cons of being so close to strip clubs,
You come up with the scheme to secretly meet before I take off,
So that you can finally buy me dinner and give me a final hug.
“Quit looking so damn pretty all the time.” he says.
I can tell as you recite all of the terrible things your brothers did,
Physically to your thin frame and psychologically to your brain.
I know how much you’ve suffered from people claiming to love you,
They promised they’d never hurt you, didn’t they?
“(I) would’ve slept better with you here though.” he says.
The late nights when you’re filled with alcohol and sweet tea,
While trying to explain how you feel in between the serenades of lightning,
I remind myself that this is growth for you,
Even if depressants fuel it.
“You’re wrong, and you know it.” he says.
As I sit on the leather couch looking at your last message
The ugly striped carpet of the church is taking me back.
I thought of you ignoring me in person
And whispering how beautiful I looked over the phone.
“I’m not moving on until you know just how highly I think of you.” he says.
gonna be streaming digimon smash or pass (long version) with alpha in a bit uwu
i realized this was also lost in the fall of the CH website so
since it’s That Time of Year again, i’m just gonna bring back my Every Christmas TV Rom-Com comic