#pls edit

[perfectgladiatorshark]

Oh i hate that man,

I hate that man

But ohh, cara mia

How i love him <3

Its not a song, i dont know if its a film or serie because I find this on tiktok

Here

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMYhDedPQ/

I want an edit with this audio

[lostinwonderland14-blog1]

Choosing a blog url that reflects you (as a person/your personality) is quite difficult. I’m sure that some time in the future, I’ll probably change mine a couple of times before I get satisfied. Right now, though, I’ve decided to settle with alysslostinwonderland as a temporary or permanent url/blog name.

alyss came from my real name “Alyssa”, generally pronounced as uh-lee-suh, though mine is pronounced uh-lie-zuh most of the time. Just a short story or something about me: Alyssa is a variation of Alice and the only Alice I know is from Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland. As a child, it’s one of my most hated children’s story of all time. Back then, I thought it’s too nonsensical and boring. I couldn’t grasp what Mr. Carroll was trying to tell the young me as a reader. Not at all.

Aside from being a fan of fairy tales and children’s stories, I’ve also been obsessed with the meaning and origin of names. Imagine my great disappointment when I found out that “Alyssa” is a variation of “Alice”, a book character I intensely disliked. I remember harboring a small internal grudge against my parents (mainly, my father, who was actually the one who named me) for a couple of years because of my name.

Petty, I know. Buuut I grew up and matured a lot (I hope). I got over it and “Alice in Wonderland” is now part of my ever growing tbr list.

Now, lost pertains to the feeling of restlessness and confusion, for I often find myself searching for my “true self”, as well as for my place in the world around me; somewhere I can belong. wonderland , the keyword there is wonder, a noun for a feeling of amazement and admiration, as well as a verb that means to feel curiosity.

As I’ve mentioned, I’ll probably change my url a couple more times in the future or whenever I feel like it. But there you have it, the reason why I chose this particular url.

Thanks for reading :)

[weirdoofoz]

Harsh

   “welcome” says the suited man,”it must be rather confuzing to have landed in my office.” You’re sitting at an office table, it has a name plaque on it, it reads: Dr. Harris Monchmann Ph.D, you assume that that is the suited man onfront of you, who appears to be scribbling notes onto the pad onfront of him. “so shall we begin with your treatment?” he places the pad down beside him and looks at you, you are struck by his intense gaze, that is rather amplified by his white balding hair. He has the facial expression of an old person, who you just littered onfront of. “I assume that you know vaguely about the complexity and the messieness of the english language?” He looks down to start scribbling something on his pad again “for some reason you seem afriad of using it to its full extent.” He looks back up at you,“and that is what I am here to cure... How about we start with poetry, poetry is of course the art of language. In particular I’d like to start with this poem that I just came up with.” He holds up his pad for you to read, you somehow manage to assemble from his scribbles:

Our parents never approved of homosexuals

so we usually drove out

he lubricated himself with his spit

and we fucked in his car.

After noticing that you’ve finished reading his poem he imediatly starts scribbling notes again, this time glancing at you every few seconds, and mumbling noises that sounded vaguely like: interesting... “you see” he says and then adds one last note,”you don’t expect poetry to be harsh, you don’t expect words to be so harsh either.” He smiles at you,”This is what I’m talking about, the world is out there, and it needs to be documented. Everything needs to be recorded, but for some reason we beleive such” he points at the writing pad, “things too extreme for our lives. Do you understand that this is the world you live in?” He’s raising his voice,”and--” he catches himself, knowing that scaring you won’t help,”what I mean to say is that there is so much left for us to capture, for us to find. You are only shocked by this poem because you’ve been taught to, but these images deserve just as much description as poetry about flowers.” He straightens his tie and seems to try and recompose himself,”a part of poetry is exploring the world, exploring events, and in some ways glorifying them. You shouldn’t be forced to fence yourself in like this.” He points toward the wall where a window seems to have magically materialized,”There is a whole wide and beautiful world out there, and we need to see every last beautiful detail. Go and find it, go and love it.” He sighs, “I’m not making any sense to you am I? I can see how you might not want to hear about the sexual lives of gay men, but it is part of our world, and we should have access to it. The world has many things in it, and it doesn’t matter what we think about it, it deserves to be represented in what we write.” He looks down for a moment and glances up at you, for some reason he won’t meet your eyes,”In short we need harsh poetry and you need to hear such harsh things in such detail, because that is the world, the world is harsh.” no shit sherlock you think.

[cyanide-laced-muffins-blog1]

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so uhhh this is my non edited va of chica if someone can edit thins then I WILL BE THEIR SLAVE (THIS WAS SO BAD I HATE THIS)

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