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I dont deserve..
Anything..
ok universe, i’m ready to feel good things. make me feel good things.
whenever i post this it works reblog if u want to feel good things & the universe will bring u something sweet
I said something horrible a couple weeks ago. To the person i love more than anything in the world. I got sick soon after and since I said it, even though hes forgiven me, I feel like I need to punished, to hurt. I've had several thoughts about cutting, hurting myself some way or another..because I deserve it..I don't deserve him, he's perfect and all I am is trash..I feel like I'm ruining everything and I just wanna step away because I'm scared..terrified that he will say enough is enough..that I'm not worth the effort anymore..
All the time I worry about being enough..being interested in what you are, doing enough for you and being enough for you. I'm worried I will disappoint you..
Calling Slytherins sarcastic, edgy people who are always pissed off is all fun and games until you realize when those jokes are all you say about Slytherins or about being Slytherin is exactly what reinforces the stupid stereotypes
Slytherin is the whisper of “I love you” to your significant other, even if they are somewhere else.
Slytherin is the mumble of a “Thank you” that you’re too anxious to say any louder.
Slytherin is the little smile you do when you see your best friend.
Slytherin is the content sigh you make when you watch the moon through raindrops on a windshield.
Slytherin is the hum when you’re too happy to express it in any way other than humming and dancing around your kitchen.
Slytherin is the jokes that you make up, but no one hears them because you’re a quiet being and people don’t expect you to want to say anything.
Slytherin is the silent fuming under deep set, glaring eyes.
Slytherin is the feeling you get when an animal falls asleep on you.
Slytherin is the paint you somehow got in your hair after painting at midnight with your music blaring.
Slytherin is the tug on your heart when your so grateful for someone and can’t put it into words.
Slytherin is the quiver of your bottom lip when frustration bites you.
Slytherin is the groan when your friend makes a pun, but you secretly love those puns.
Slytherin is brushing you leg against your friend’s, letting them know “I’m here if you need to talk… Or need me to bury a body.”
Slytherin is sneaking into the kitchen with your friend at 2 am and trying not to hysterically laugh.
Slytherin’s are soft, they are not as brittle as some might think. And if you think they’re brittle just remember how easily brittle things can break. So let Slytherin’s be soft and delicate and warm.
Adding on:
Slytherin is the friend who will watch over you and your stuff while you nap on a bench, and the friend who lets you doze off on their shoulder in the middle of a movie.
Slytherin is the absurd romantic who brings a bouquet with your favorite flowers, who arrives at your door groomed to perfection and with hearts in their eyes when they see you.
Slytherin is homesickness and a relieved shout when they see friends they’ve missed.
Slytherin is a forced-out “I’m scared” between gritted teeth, because admitting it is just as terrifying as whatever it is they’re afraid of.
Slytherin is the friend who takes your side and reassures you when the friend group starts criticizing you.
Slytherin is the touch on your shoulder when you ask a question that everyone laughs at or make a joke that no one laughs at.
Slytherin is the slow to come but painfully earnest “I love you” whispered shyly into your shoulder as you embrace.
Slytherin is trust and assurance and “I knew you’d come through”.
Slytherin is perhaps the House that will put the most faith in other people; certainly it takes time, but once you have earned a Slytherin’s trust they are consumed by it. A Hufflepuff believes in fairness; a Ravenclaw believes in facts; a Gryffindor believes in ideals. A Huff will play Devil’s Advocate and speak of compromise; a Raven will point out empirical evidence and the accuracy of criticism; a Gryff will challenge anyone who questions the ideal. A Slytherin is the one who most believes in the individuals they prize, and it is nigh unshakeable. A Slytherin doesn’t care if you’re wrong; you’re theirs, so they’re on your side.
Let Slytherins get the love they deserve 2K17!
Slytherin is scanning the crowd, profiling every stranger, searching for that one person they can trust
Slytherin is latching onto their person and never letting them go
Slytherin is biting back tears because you will not let anyone see you cry, but pulling anyone you see crying close and holding on tightly
Slytherin is being with a friend and not needing to say anything, just being there is enough
Slytherin is noticing when something is bothering your friend and giving them an extra hug, an extra blanket, an extra chocolate frog
Slytherin is grit teeth and white knuckles instead of a fight
Slytherin is spontaneous chocolates for no other reason than to see the other person smile
Slytherin is struggling to hold back laughter at inside jokes with your friend
Slytherin is communicating without words because you don’t need them for what you’re trying to say
Slytherin is fidgeting fingers and a quick heartbeat before your first kiss
Slytherin is gentle touch on your back when you’re losing your nerve, saying it’s okay, I’m here, you’re not alone
Slytherin is a patient smile and a small nod when you need it
Slytherin is a steel stare and iron will
Slytherin is never ending encouragement, mixed in with honesty and motivational speeches
Slytherin is listening to your two am rambles and never once judging you for any of it
Slytherin is the insecurity that no one will ever understand you, listen to you, take the time to actually know you
Slytherin is a choked “help me,” because if we’re asking, then we really have hit rock bottom and need you more than anything
Slytherin is walking around the entire house in a blanket wrapped around you like a cloak
Slytherin is goodmorning and goodnight messages every day
Slytherin is so much more than snark and sarcasm
keep adding!!!!!! pls!!!!!
Slytherin is having a mess of a house, but knowing exactly where to find everything
Slytherin is music blaring until three am, even if they’re alone, and singing at the top of their lungs
Slytherin is flowers slowly dying in vases, leaving their scent and petals behind as they depart
Slytherin is the tears in your eyes from laughing too hard with friends
Slytherin is the tears in your eyes when you have to leave something that you don’t want to just be a memory. You want it to stay, but gosh, you’re oh so tired
Slytherin is a child carefully tasting a meal on the stove, and darting away with laughter when their parents see
Slytherin is walking along a beach, gathering shells for a mobile to give to a friend
Slytherin is drawing on the margins in your notebook, but paying attention to what the lecturer is saying because you want to do your best in the exam
Slytherin is a sticky note in the corner of your mirror, a positive message in all caps
Slytherin is coffee rings left on every surface
Slytherin is making friends you’ll keep forever at a masked dance, and doing a ‘big reveal’ at the very end, and spoiling it because you can’t stop laughing
Slytherin is tearing yourself apart when you’ve given yourself expectations that are far too high
Slytherin is feeling like you’ll never quite be enough, but standing tall anyway, never letting that tear fall
Slytherin is that burst of inspiration, a head spinning with words, and writing them down slower than you’re thinking, so much slower
Slytherin is so much more than a feeling. It’s a life, and it’s one you love to live.
But slytherin is also sarcasm and snarky remarks. Mumbles of sarcasric replies to proffesors’ stupid questions or obdervations.
Slytherin is making friends laugh even when you dont feel like it bc you love them too much.
Slytherin is landing your friend your glasses bc they need them more.
Slytherin means showing up with steaming hot coffe after a party to sober everybody up
Slytherin is the friend who didnt wanna get drunk but drank anyways bc why not.??
Slytherin will stand up for their friends. Go through thick and thin; through hell and fight satan if it will help their friends and loved ones.
Slyherin is the sibbling who criticises you but jumps in a fight to protect you without thinking twice
Slytherin is weird taste in music and clothing and attitude.
Slytherin is sarcasm and bad puns and laughter.
Slytherin is reading nietzsche until 3am and then trying to counter the philosophy bc friends are soo precious
Slytherins love so hard. They know what it means to be judged, to lose and they are scared to love and they wanna be mennacing sooo badly, but truth be told they are not in the slightest
Slytherin is the joker of the class who later you realise is actually really smart.
Slytherin is the loner with baggage to whom you never talk to.
Slytherin is the girl in the clique who laughs at 2pm and cries at 2am
Slytherin is binging tv shows and forggeting existence for weeks.
Slytherin is the stranger at the library who found the book you were looking for before you and silently dropped it in front of you.
Slytherins are pure and trustworthy and so worthy of loving. Just love them thats it..you go there and hug them and tell them how much they mean to you.
This is the point at which everyone starts to get sick of me...how long before they want me gone too? Self destruct is the one button I always hit.
It was nice knowin y'all
@ science side of tumblr,, ALL JOKES ASIDE WE REALLY NEED YALL TO TELL US IF WE’RE GONNA BE OKAY OR NOT
By “diseases,” they mean microbes (MICROBES, not the same as PATHOGENS), that were living their merry lives in water when it began to freeze over.
Yes, we are going to be okay, at least as far as these little friends are concerned. The odds of a microbe that evolved in an aquatic environment THOUSANDS of years ago suddenly up and adapting to infect a human system as soon as it’s thawed are basically zilch. (The megaviridae [big ass viruses] that are the actual subject of the above clickbait infected ancient amoeba. It would take a TREMENDOUS amount of time and selection pressure for these viruses to learn to infect human systems, even by viral time scales.)
You SHOULD be worried about deforestation, especially in rain forests, which has the potential to release microbes that are more than adapted to mammalian systems and are generally happy to make a zoonotic (animal to human) jump, especially those that primarily infect simians. The major hemorrhagic fevers (Ebola, Marburg) were more than likely first exposed to humans after major deforestation.
Wow im so glad at least someone in this craphole of a website is smart and can educate my dumb ass.
Ghost NPC: This necklace belonged to my daughter. How did you find it? Bard: My… boss gave it to me
DM: The ghost does not believe you, and you sense that she’s disappointed in you for lying Bard: I’m sorry, I just…. I’m nervous because… Bard: …. Because you’re so beautiful!
DM: It’s a GHOST DM: It’s a hooded figure, nothing but darkness and glowing amber eyes!
Bard: Does it work or not DM: [sighs]…. NPC: You can do better than an old bird like me Bard: Well baby, I’m a den hunter DM: You feel a wave of heat from the ghost
Don’t you hate when you realise you’re not special to someone anymore? Like you still talk, but they don’t talk to you the same, or do those little things that showed they really liked you.
So you’ve got this bitch-ass fitted sheet that you would normally pile into a ball and shove into a closet so you won’t have to deal with it, yeah? Well. Quit acting like a piece of linen is better than you are. You can make a fitted sheet bend to your will. And here’s how…
First, put your sheet on the floor. Stand above it for a few seconds so it knows who’s boss.
Then, put your hand in the lower left corner so that it’s inside out. Do the same to the lower right corner.
Now, your lower left and right corners of the fitted sheet should be inside out. (Shoutout to Amy Poehler, love your work).
Then, take the lower left corner (that’s still inside out) and tuck it into the upper left corner. It should look like the picture above once you’re done. Then, do the same with your right corners.
It should look something like that. Right now, she’s your friend at the end of a good night out. Doesn’t look really bad, but you know she deserves better.
Pull at the corners until you get something like this shape, as it makes it easier to fold. You’ve given your friend some plain white bread and a glass of water. She’s looking much more presentable now.
Now, pull in at the elastic until you make a rectangle. You’ll want to tuck and smooth the excess fabric away from the elastic seams and towards the closed edge of the fitted sheet.
Once you’ve got a (semi) neat rectangle, fold the the top of the sheet down about a third of the way through. I like to fold the upper part of the sheet down first, because it’s not as straight of an edge as the bottom. You can find your own meaning within that description.
Now, fold the lower portion of the sheet on top of the part you’ve already folded down.
Fold the left side of the sheet into the middle, and then fold the right side of the sheet on top of what you just folded.
Congratulations. You just made a fitted sheet your bitch.
No but really, this has been the most complete and informative description of how to fold a fitted sheet I’ve ever seen. Very few that I’ve seen show the “bread and water” step.
I’m just gonna take this as a sign…
I reblog this every time I see it. Sometimes you just gotta do it.
if you’re white. being,,,not straight ,,does not give you a “poc card”. i think a lot of you think it does. like being ,,not straight,,does not mean you can seperate yourself from other white people.
@appuzzoclay nicely said
white people. you can reblog this. especially if you’re not straight.
Reminder to myself
Enjoy it while it lasts, because everyone always decides you're too much to handle in the end. He's going to leave too.
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banned
Well this sucks but I don’t want it catching people by surprise so signal boost I guess
what the actual fuck
THIS IS REAL.
IF THIS AFFECTS YOU, GET A GMAIL ACCOUNT OR SOMETHING AND SET IT AS YOUR EMAIL FOR YOUR TUMBLR PREFS RIGHT AWAY. YOU HAVE TODAY, TOMORROW, AND THURSDAY TO DO SO OR YOU LOSE ACCESS TO YOUR TUMBLR.
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they won’t be affected, idk what they meant the first time but apparently those accounts are fine
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Oh my sweet baby Jesus.
The happiness I feel right now is amazing
YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW LONG IVE BEEN LOOKING AND WAITING FOR THIS GODDAMN POST TO COME BACK AND THIS TIME IM FUCKING REFERENCING IT
Strong and Steady. I feel your heart beat in your chest. It resonates within you. It's loud and clear and my own is drowned out from the sound of it. Calm and Collected. Your breath comes easy, clear and unwavering. I try to time my own to it but you can breathe deeper, easier and so much better than me. Warm and Waiting. Your arm is outstretched towards me, palm open, inviting. I take your hand with my own. Your fingers are warm, your hand so large it engulfs mine. My fingers are cold, my hands shake. Unbent and Unbroken. You step easy, facing the future with a smile and a sure feeling. You know who you are. You know what you want. You stand ready to take on whatever may come. My knees are weak, I could be blown away in a storm. Honest and Happy. I stand beside you, I lay with you, I feel you. I breathe you in and suddenly, my heartbeat is Strong and Steady. My breath is Calm and Collected. My hands stop shaking, I feel the warmth spreading through my fingertips, Warm and Waiting. You hold me tight, no storm will take me, I will not be blown away, with you I learn to hold my own ground, Unbent and Unbroken. Fears fade away, when I feel you beside me, holding me close and drawing me in. Each piece of myself I thought was lost is right there, within you. You are my home. A place where I will always find comfort and love, where I will always be safe.
hey so protip if you have abusive parents and need to get around the house as quietly as possible, stay close to furniture and other heavy stuff because the floor is settled there and it’s less likely to creak
socks are quieter than bare feet on tile/wood and for the love of god don’t wear slippers/shoes if you can help it
climbing ON the furniture will disrupt the pattern of your footsteps and make it harder to hear where you are in the house
crawling will do the same and if you get caught crawling you can pretend you fell
the floor near the wall can be really loud if the floorboards/carpet is old and not completely flush to the wall
do NOT attempt to use a rolling chair to travel without footsteps. they are extremely loud and hard to steer
Also. Breath with your mouth and not your nose. Your nose will whistle. Trust me. If you need to get into your fridge, jab your finger into the rubber part that seals the door closed and create a tiny airway. This will prevent the suction noise when you open the door. When drinking liquids (juice mostly), pour out your glass (or chug from the jug) and replace what you drank with water. If it was full enough in the beginning, no one will notice. DO NOT STEAL ALCOHOL. THEY WILL NOTICE IF IT’S WATERED DOWN. Bring a pillowcase for dried foods like cereal and granola. It helps to muffle the sound it makes when it pours.
If your house has snack packs (like gummy bears or crackers or chips), count them every day until you know the rhythm that they get consumed. (This took me a week and a half with my twin brother and sister). Then join the rhythm when you make your nightly visits. It will be that much harder to figure out it was you.
KEEP A TRASH BAG UNDER YOUR BED FOR WRAPPERS AND STUFF BUT DONT FORGET TO THROW IT OUT WHENEVER YOU CAN. BUGS YKNOW. Hope this helped.
I might have some useful info to add.
-a jar of peanut butter is long lasting and easy to hide under a bed or in a dresser drawer. I lived off of jars of peanut butter and boxes of saltine crackers I would buy on grocery trips with my mom.
-two words: Slipper Socks. These are the socks that have rubber designs on the bottom for grip. They make no noise, and also keep you steady on slicker surfaces like tile and wood. You can find them cheap at Walmart. They also keep your feet more protected if you’re outside.
-if you’re secure enough in your room to have a small food stash, make sure you’re not too obvious about it (duh) but also move its location every few days. I kept mine in a shoebox under my bed, then switched it to a backpack in my closet, then wedged between my bookshelf and wall, and I would cycle locations until i moved it permanently to a false-bottomed drawer I installed in my dresser when my father was gone for a weekend. I would NEVER put food directly into my stash after taking it. I would keep it in pockets of my clothes and between books until everyone went to sleep, then I’d stock and stow my stash for the next few days.
-get a water bottle with a filter in it. I used to be able to reach my bathroom from my bedroom door down the hall using a huge step or minor jump/leap. If I was afraid of being caught at night, I’d fill up the humidifier tank we kept under our sink while I took a short shower, and would refill my water that way. It might not be the best option, but I kept a small stockade of water under my bed for emergencies.
-if you can, smuggle your garbage out in your backpack or purse. Dispose of it at work/school. I got caught twice by carelessly throwing away packaging.
-if someone knows the situation you’re going through (close friend/partner/etc) see if there’s a way for them to get food or other supplies to you at school or work or what private time you may get. A hidden first aid kit literally saved parts of my body before and I owe it to a close friend.
-try learning the building’s natural rhythm. The house I grew up in would creak and settle heavily every night for 3-5 minutes. That was my shot, and I had to be QUICK. I still got caught a few times, but learning the patterns in our floors and walls, when they creaked, WHERE they creaked, kept me going. Eventually I was sprinting in slipper socks to the kitchen and back in less than 90 seconds.
-if you have stairs, or live upstairs. Sit as you go down them one at a time, or climb up them like an animal. It keeps you low/out of lots of motion sight, and also can reduce noise and creaking by distributing weight over more than 1-2 steps.
-You can use common hand sanitizer to remove the stains certain snack foods leave behind (coughs cheeto fingers) and a dry toothbrush can help scrub the color off your tongue. If you can get powdered toothpaste or toothpaste tabs to keep on hand, it makes a huge difference in sneakiness.
-I don’t recommend going for dried foods like granola or cereal unless you can sneak it to a secure place to get it. It’s too loud, it’s a gamble every time for something with less caloric intake than it’s worth if you get caught. Of course, there are times when that’s the only option!!
-if you’re taking milk, add water, but be SURE to shake/agitate the bottle to distribute the dairy fat with the water. I got into the habit of shaking milk jugs when I started sneaking it, and explained the habit as something I read in an old comic strip my father showed me. (Back when whole milk had a lot more cream fats and they’d separate, so shaking it would redistribute the cream.) I still shake milk jugs to this day.
-if your windows open or don’t have screens, eat leaning out an open window. Any food mess will be lost in the dirt. I was lucky I had bushes and birds outside that would catch my granola bar crumbs before anyone could notice.
-canned goods are tempting, but not worth it. It requires too many tools (can opener/strained sometimes/utensils/some need heat) stick to thinks like various nut butters (sunflower/peanut/almond), crackers, dried fruit, and easy to conceal food bars (nature valley/nutrigrain/etc.) dried ramen packets are good uncooked if you can stand the texture. Apple sauce and pudding cups are also easier to sneak and stash than one might think, and can be eaten with your fingers. The only canned foods I recommend are condensed soups and precooked pasta (spaghetti-o’s). You can easily mix them with a little bit of hot water from the tap and get something more sustaining than a handful of captain Crunch. The cans are cheap, sometimes recyclable, and drinking soup takes way less time than chewing solid food.
-if you menstruate, attempt to stash pads/tampons in a safe location. Sometimes shit happens. Pads can work as bandages in emergency situations. Sometimes shark week comes unexpectedly. If you can sneak a roll of toilet paper or paper towels, these are also life savers.
-plastic utensils from takeout containers can be hidden inside socks and will be worth their weight in gold when you least expect it. I bought myself a tiny plastic bowl from the dollar store and kept cheap trinkets in it on my desk so it didn’t seem like a bowl I was eating out of. You could try this with something like a mason jar, which is also useful for drinking out of or storing water.
-if you’re eating a crunchy or solid food, try soaking it in water. Mushy food can be repulsive in texture, but I could clock the sound of someone eating a nature valley oat bar from like 6 miles away. Dunking it in water (or using a secret bowl+water) can reduce noise, and also eating time since you don’t have to chew as much.
-keep a laundry bar or tide pen on you. Laundry bars are super useful, a little hard to find though. I washed a lot of stains out of my clothes with laundry bars in my bathroom sink as a kid. Not proud if it, but it kept me flying under the radar at school.
-clear rubber bands, plain twine or string, paper clips, and thumb tacks. Indescribably useful. I once rigged a system to open tricky cabinets and get objects from inside using two paper clips and a foot of plain string like a mock lasso system.
-if you’re pulling objects from tall cabinets, use your chest or stomach to cushion them. Let them fall into your torso and then into your hands cradled underneath. Not as loud, not as much grabbing, if someone sees it they can mistake it for it falling on you by the body language.
-get a bandana. Or four. Napkins, bandages, tool, and accessory all in one.
-get a tiny sewing kit. I’m talking 3 needles and a spool of thread tiny. Scissors if you can sneak it. See things into your clothes. Make hidden pockets or compartments. Threadbanger on YouTube did a video a few years ago about sneaking things into music festivals using tiny clothing mods, but they may be useful in sneaking money or medicine.
-on the topic of sneaking money. don’t take bills, take change. If your abusers don’t meticulously count their nickels and pennies, they’re an easy(ish) way to build up a tiny savings pool. I found nickels the least noticed coin I took, even more than pennies, and taking two every few nights from where they’d be tossed on our countertop soon built up to a semi-reliable fund I passed off to someone to get me food for my stash without having to sneak it from the kitchen. As soon as I became “independent” in my food storage, I was subjected to much less scrutiny. I managed to build up a solid 1-2 week ration supply after hoarding change.
-you can tape SD cards to the inside of book dust covers(the part that folds inside the actual cover of the book), if you have a sewing kit or zipper on it inside the stuffing of your pillow (trim a corner, stuff it inside, stitch it closed) or (this is final resort) VERY CAREFULLY remove the covering from your outlet and tape it to the wall stud before replacing the casing. I kept mine inside part of my wooden bed frame that I hollowed out using, you guessed it, take out silverware knives and 4 nights without sleep.
-THE FLOOR IS LAVA WAS KEY TRAINING FOR ME AS A CHILD. I learned to take pillows with me, climb on furniture to disrupt my flow of movement, toss a pillow down, and use that to cushion any rattle our living room could give off as I crept to the kitchen from the side entrance so my mom’s dog wouldn’t bark or alert anyone. I highly suggest crawling around on all fours like some sort of beast to stay out of sight.
-can you run your house blindfolded?? If you can’t. Maybe you should try to learn. I suffered some heavy eye traumas growing up and had a collective 3-4 months just IN THE DARK. Eyes bandaged, left alone. It was terrible, but damn if I couldn’t navigate the whole place silently, without any visual cues. This helps a lot with the whole moving around in the dark thing, too. Listening is obviously key.
-if your parents start getting suspicious, or you’re suspicious they’re getting suspicious, watch out for traps. String on the ground that gets shifted when you walk on it. Baby powder or flour left to track footprints or doors opening/closing. My dad was partial to wrapping a bungee cord around my doorknob and attaching it to the closet across the hallway. I wouldn’t be able to open my door enough to get out, or if I did, I risked ruining the structural integrity of the wrappings he did, and he would notice.
-learn to tie some knots. Strong ones. They’ll come in handy at one point or another.
-remember that you’re not totally alone. There’s people out there for you. Wanting to make everything better. You don’t deserve what’s happening, it isn’t normal, and you will eventually find help. But staying safe is important, and you are important.
It upsets me that people might need to know these but I know it could really help someone by reblogging