Dreaming of a Better Today @pushing-dazey - Tumblr Blog

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Hello!

You can call me Dazey

I'm a fanatic for cute and creepy (but not creepy cute!)

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They/Them

Kind of a freak, better not referred to

( I am plural, I don't want to talk about it, but we share this Tumblr so it might change vibes frequently)

I made Ichigo in my Tomodachi and he came out so cuuute (I’m partial to his original design <3)

#ichigo kurosaki #tomodachi life #ichigo #bleach

basil-mage

Enduring

theoriginalsupermodels

Vivienne Westwood - Fall 1998 RTW

what-even-is-thiss

Where’s the YA protagonist teen girl and her two boyfriends that are supposed to save us from this mess anyways

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The dystopia books lied. The teen throuples aren’t coming to save us.

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Save me teen dystopia love triangle

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Teen dystopia love triangle save me

peaceandlove26

twinkling skies 💫

DRAGONS are HORSES!!!

#dragons are cats #dragons are dogs #you are all wrong #dragons are horses #DRAGONS

rosefinchie

how it all feels lately

skelotom

I've been iffy about posting this one, it's not at all like what I would prefer to make. So...obviously this isn't just a trans allegory. I mean I would love to be able to be a nightmarish eldritch creature of flesh and metal, but that's not the main point of these renderings.

I'm tired of insatiable greed dominating the world. I'm tired of being squeezed for more and more while making less and less. I'm tired of not even being able to help everyone I care about, let alone my broader community.

Imagine having an incomprehensible amount of wealth and choosing to increase it further instead of making lives better. I will never understand billionaires or our corporate overlords.

everydaylouie

while my mom was pregnant with me, she was delivering chinese food on bike in new orleans. i like to think that the music she heard in the streets made me the way i am now.

happy new year everyone!

#my mom played hella rock band

gatheringbones

recovery horror: where the process of healing from something reveals previously unknown levels of damage

gatheringbones

seeing a smudge on the wall and realizing it’s mildew. examining the mildew and realizing it’s black mold. peeling back the wallpaper and seeing it’s eaten the entire house. going into the basement for a flashlight and realizing it’s flooded. spending every last bit of money at your disposal on fixing all of these things, only to move the box covering the trap door that leads to the seven hundred mile obsidian tunnel that leads directly to the gates of hell.

where exactly every individual’s collapsing point is located. where they stop in that process of uncovering and why.

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the conflicts that arise from knowing FULL WELL about the tunnel to the gates of hell, but you’re stuck with somebody who has only just found out about the mildew.

pretending to care about the mildew. speaking with them calmly and compassionately about how mildew is definitely a real problem that people ought to take seriously, and waiting for them to take a good hard look at what’s really crawling up the walls.