And I'll Be Your Best Friend

Just sit there and applaud, even if it's pretend '93

[memories]

apparently, I joined this tumblr place at 7/18/10, 12:49:48 AM.

[mynameisel]

2010 was wild

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[politedemon]

Community Meme: [4/8] Quotes ‘My life results tripled the year I gave up hope and every game on my phone that had anything to do with farming. What’s true will be true, Annie. Our job is to deal with that truth.’

[jasvvy]

good LORD

[sniffnoevil]

opinions be opinin'

[mynameisel]

all i know is fight or flight

emotion pushed down and pressure cooked enough times that investigators have had a look to make sure any pain is only self inflicted wasn't told to do this, but was intensely insisted by the voice that likes to burn bridges and erect crosses a carpenter with expertise in how to build losses writing away the remains of youth from the strains in the breath to the pain in the tooth the hesitant steps to the negligent rest just another unintelligent guest

on the show where the prizes never outweigh the weight of everyone's eyes as they look on to figure out what they can despise if you win anything better than felt deserved guess the word win a smile learn that it wasn't worthwhile cause the other choices would have had longer term implications feel the audience judge every indication on your face that you don't know what to do next

and on that subject the subject escapes the writer no longer a fighter since the cockroach eggs in the carpet fiber the kitchen torch used as a carried lighter the inhaled pyrethroid and the constant paranoid feelings of beings observing as closely as he does how can he ever be sure that there's truth when he speaks love when he never had any healthy examples to speak of

frozen on stage soon as the audience eyes met his too much to even be tamed by the generic pepcid he goes off like a bomb stitched into his abdomen no bright lights just broken blood vessels and again he has shown himself to be worth less than his kidneys simply a shambling shell of a person who simply didn't ask to be and hasn't tried hard enough to stop being can't answer when asked what's wrong because he can't understand what they're not seeing

[leekimhoung]

Dead Like Me [1.01]

I also don’t have a lot of interest in being a good person or a bad person. From what I can tell, either way, you’re screwed. Bad people are punished by society’s laws, and good people are punished by Murphy’s Law. So you see my dilemma.

[moonrizerr-deactivated20220906]

Gay flag but it’s colorpicked from footage of Björk beating up a journalist that’s been following her for 4 days during her arrival in Bangkok, 1996

[sic-s3mper-tyrannis]

[geminiagentgreen]

[mynameisel]

I'm supposed to act like I'm feeling myself

Like I don't spend hours thinking about killing myself

Supposed to act smiles and happy

And I gladly

Let others place their burdens at these

Feet for me to pick up and carry

Tend to turn into an emotional emissary

For the few who can stand me

Sadly

That's me

The pagliacci

The one who's laughing

Through the internal bleeding

Always needing

A shoulder but never believing

I have the space or am worth what it takes

For anyone to give support

So the emotions contort

And fold into themselves like when a star dies

Until the density weighs me down and every car ride

Becomes a vehicle for fantasies

Of walking out into traffic casually

And letting whatever happens to me

Happen to me with a sigh as I breathe

And accept that the world will move on with indifference and apathy

[wardrobeoftime]

Costumes + Once Upon A Time

Regina, The Evil Queen’s red & black coat and black leather pants in Season 01, Episode 21 & Season 02, Episode 11.

This coat is probably an earlier version of the one used in Season 02, Episode 20 as well as Season 03, Episode 21 & Season 04, Episode 01.

[wardrobeoftime]

Costumes + Once Upon A Time

Regina, The Evil Queen’s black, grey, silver & red outfit in Season 02, Episode 10 & Season 06, Episode 09.

[mynameisel]

You will not be able to stay home, brother

You will not be able to boot up, sign in, and cop out

You will not be able to lose yourself on xans and skip out for beer during a good pause point, because

The revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be brought to you by Squarespace in four parts without a sponsored ad break

The revolution will not show you pictures of Trump blowing a bugle

And leading a charge by Jeff sessions,

General Flynn, and Mike Pence

To eat Lechon confiscated from a Washington heights sanctuary

The revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be brought to you by AMC

And it will not star Margot Robbie and Dwayne The Rock Johnson or Gumball and Zendaya

The revolution will not remove 15 years of stains

The revolution will not Free your skin

The revolution will not make you look curvyer

Cause the revolution will not be televised

There will be no pictures of you and Ken Griffey Jr. Pushing that shopping cart down a dead run

Or trying to slide that 4k flat screen into a stolen ambulance

NBC will not be able to predict the winner at 8:32 on report from 29 districts

The revolution will not be televised

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers on the instant replay

There will be no pictures of pigs shooting down brothers on the instant replay

There will be no pictures of Alicia Garza being run out of Washington heights on a rail with a brand new process

There will be no slow motion or stills of Derrick Johnson strolling through Ferguson in a red, black, and green liberation jumpsuit that he has been saving for just the proper occasion

The office, Friends, and Grey's Anatomy will no longer be so damn relevant

And women will not care if Becky finally got down with Brent on Love Island

Because people of color will be in the street looking for a brighter day

The revolution will not be televised

There will be no highlights on the eleven o'clock news

And no pictures of hair dyed intersectional feminists and Meghan McCain blowing her nose

The theme song will not be written by Bobby Braddock or francis Scott keys

Nor sung by Blake Shelton, Tobi Keith, Walker Hayes , James Corden , or BTS

The revolution will not be televised

The revolution will not be right back after a message about a white tornado, white lightning, or white people

You will not have to worry about putting your best face forward, brushing like a dentist, Thinking outside the bun or whether she's born with it

The revolution will not go better with coke

The revolution will not fight germs that may cause bad breath

The revolution will put you behind the wheel

The revolution will not be televised

Will not be televised

Will not be televised

Will not be televised

The revolution will be no re-run, brothers

The revolution will be live

[mynameisel]

Never listened to the state issued dogma

But at the bottom of a bottle of vodka

Friends would explain that after reading Kafka

For a class they failed out of their brain popped a

question, Of , "what's the point?

We're all roaches in the grand scheme

Doesn't matter what 10 or one man dreams"

I'd have to say to them that they're being reductive

While the arguments towards nihilism are seductive

Or tempting in the sense that it's easy

To say nothing means anything, and while it would please me

To stop caring.

That's not a world we can live in

If we give in to our baser instincts of self preservation

It would lead to such a frustrating

And impossible world where

No care

Would be given to those in need

We are all already overrun with greed

From the corporate entities

That manufactor everything we see

Why destroy our society for free?

Cause even then we still won't be

Any better off then before

There would just be more

Dead and less starving

Cause who you're really harming

By looking out for number one

Is another son

Another innocent somewhere in the food chain

Besides the fact that most supposed nihilistic fucks couldn't maintain

A life without frito lay products at the ready

What they all really want is a steady

Existence in which nothing is asked of them

And honestly since we don't need more than half of them

I give them the answer that they are the cancer

And their facecitious gaslighting disguised as candor

Is just weakness

If they really wanted the world to be speechless

And to exist in a state of being need-less

they would just punch their own time card with a forty five

The fact they're alive

But don't want to do anything to keep others from Dying

means they should completely stop trying

Just altogether

We don't need your methane

Your dismissal of a woman's abdominal pain

Your invalidation of trans struggles

Your adherence to a status quo that has never been subtle

About who gets to have and who doesn't

So do something

Meaningful or stop fussing

We don't need more people using the first amendment

Like magneto uses a helmet,

To block any critical thought

Any self examination

Just a bunch of wasteful complacent

Bastards.

That don't know that what they're after

Would happen faster

If they just left all the rest of us alone and fucked off into the woods

Just live off overpopulated deer, buy a fleshlight, and we'll be all good

[mynameisel]

What can even keep a smile from becoming faded

What's a life without feeling degraded

What's that even look like?

Saw nothing left

Took right

On the path ended up at a beautiful forest burning

Left with pains in the chest and stomach churning

Kept fed and well enough to come out stronger

But for how much longer?

And what if I could have saved the flowers from the flames

Watered them, taken care enough that even though it will never be the same

There might be more witnesses to the beauty divine

Or should I have just resigned

To keeping the memory intact

Through my poor words and syntax

Could never do it justice

Role of Guardian to the forest, most trusted

Left to, not much of a man and less of a protector

A hoard happy misanthropic mess that left scraps to fester

And bring about rot that spread

Through bark, made the wood dead,

Dry, and easy to kindle

It already had not a single

Chance to last in the conditions it grew in

Surrounded by pollution and thoughtless humans

Everytime it seemed the rain would snuff out the fires

I would take to using sap and leaves as tape, hoping to patch wounds and inspire

Faith in a future

Any kind even if just half a city blocks worth of a fenced off park..

the outside forces would strike and spark

Whatever left over dry brush

And with barely a touch

Waist high flames again

Try to contain again

But between the ash piles and my own lack of experience

Lives a constant fear of this

Being in some way a sisyphean task

Late realization being it wasn't much to ask

Just wasn't asked, the forest only needed water and time

Instead you would find

A self appointed guardian asleep while the burning started

Now the negligent dissident is spent and broken hearted

Went into the woods to escape the outside world

But instead of keeping the trees protected he curled

Himself up, wrapped in fallen leaves

Took more than he would need

And took too long to realize the effects

Now what's left?

Just a cold, unforgiving, industrial hell

From whence he came, still carries the smell

Maybe that was part of the problem

Can't have sunshine in gotham

Can't take radioactive waste

Out into the grass and expect to make

Anything more than more destruction

Was always his function

Destroyed whatever was left there

A forest left bare

A fool forced to stare and watch what he could have prevented

Can't even pretend it

Was even worth learning self care

If it meant there

Where flowers once were

Got torn asunder

To become another slab of concrete and a memory.