Whenever you see me complaining about certain people using the tag "alternative" , know that it's directed at e-boys and e-girls, I hate them today and forever.
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Whenever you see me complaining about certain people using the tag "alternative" , know that it's directed at e-boys and e-girls, I hate them today and forever.
Okay, everyone shut up; we need to talk about David Corenswet's dimples.
We do not accept criticism of Supergirl on this blog.
I was a writer, he was a sandwich.
I can and always will call Taylor Swift out for not speaking up about politics and the state of the world, her white feminism, the shitty people she currently surrounds herself with just because her boyfriend hangs out with them, and for releasing so many physical album variants with minimal changes that nobody needs. And yet, let’s be honest: those issues usually only come up when people are defending other artists who have some drama with her and, by sheer coincidence, the drama is always that the other person had been throwing shade for a while, Taylor responded, and because she’s such a huge, important artist in the industry, it obviously feels like bullying.
Taylor Swift is like that friend who forgets all the shit she’s been through just because she’s too busy molding her personality to fit her new boyfriend, and you want to hit the hell out of her to knock some sense into her, but you don’t because you’ve realized there are people who simply don’t want to be helped.
I’m not afraid of "being an old maid" or "dying alone," because I’ve never felt lonelier than when I was trying to be everything society expects a woman to be.
I will defend ABBA and Mamma mia against any snob, cinephile, pretentious music nerd, rockstar wannabe, etc., forever.
It really bothers me how the limited visibility given to important issues (like the fact that the world is going to shit) gets overshadowed by major news stories and scandals about completely trivial matters. The World Cup isn't important, Taylor Swift's wedding isn't important, and while Ariana Grande's weight is a serious topic we should discuss (in an informed way that seeks the best outcome for her and others with eating disorders, rather than just gossiping about whether she used to be more attractive), it isn't as high a priority as other issues LIKE WOMEN'S RIGHT TO VOTE, FOR EXAMPLE.
My entire personality and sense of humor can be summed up as "you had to be there", there’s no way to understand me, you simply had to be there.
I have a love-hate relationship with screams, on one hand, I’m like "that’s exactly what I’m talking about," but at the same time, screams, especially from men, scares the shit out of me, it gives me the chills and everything.
RIP Lily Evans; you would have hated the people who defend Bear and those who see Nikki only as a crazy girlfriend.
When I say I hate men, that does not include Remus John Lupin.
I seriously fucking hate it when something happens more than three times and the internet acts like it’s been everywhere for seven decades straight. Seriously, go touch some grass. If you think about any past decade, we all picture specific styles, specific groups of people, specific types of music, etc.; the 2020s have to be defined by something. We can’t just change things up every three weeks just because something you liked was also liked by hundreds of other people (which happens with everything eventually), or because we live surrounded by algorithms designed to show you what you like and you don't feel special anymore. Go touch some grass and seriously, go fuck yourselves.
Sad because no university teaches a degree in space cowboying.
Imagine hating me while I’m literally grumpy bear dressed as frankenstein’s monster.