#pndrmonogatari

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tfw you buy porn based on people you know and they casually start reading it in the middle of a battle

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ok trash prettyboy there’s only room for one gender ambiguous mindfuck in this series and its

[nah tbh im all for this shit monogatari just doesnt give a shit about gender presentation anymore and im loving it]

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I always have. reoccurring dreams about stepping on hundreds of needles. Usually what happens is like, it's a beach and I'm walking on it barefoot and I try to pull them out of my feet but every time I shift positions I end up getting more imbedded in other parts of my legs and stuff

BUT THIS TIME it was even worse it was like

I intentionally rage knocked over a sewing kit and there were needles all over a room and I was trying to pick them up while talking to my mom and she was just. outright ignoring my pleas to not walk in the room because there were needles everywhere. but I kept accidentally stabbing myself with them in places I usually don't in these kinds of dreams like at one point I had to pull one out of my neck and it made me bleed (which never happens in these dreams) and also the weirdest part was my dog and cat were there, but there were doubles of them. There were two harleys and two magnets. So I'm trying to get my mom and four animals out of the room full of needles while trying to pull them out of myself

i'm sure there's some kinda wacky symbolism here but god I hate this reoccurring dream. ALSO I feel the pain of the needles in my sleep. Usually it wakes me up but this time nope

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my brother in law came over and was like "what's the style of your art called? evangelicalism?" I was like wut

he's like I showed some of ur art on facebook to a friend he called it evangsomething

I was like "He said I drew Neon genesis Evangelion" and he was like "YEAH" and long story short this is why I have to explain evangelion to my family on Christmas

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mom: give me ideas for what to put in your stocking for christmas

me: purple contacts with demon pupils

mom: what

me: so I can be best girl at my next convention

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I was workin at the thrift shop today and there was this really nice trench coat in my size that looks really similar to Kaiki's and it ended up being 5 bucks what the hell

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welcome new followers here is some helpful info:

1. I like memes. I am memeloving trash. I purposefully misspell words when I make shitposts so they read funnier. I deliberately try to make people laugh with my tags. sometimes i laugh for like 10 minutes at my own jokes.

2. I like the most fucked up shit and I like shipping characters with unhealthy dynamics or at least watching them interact and roll further off the cliff of depravity and awfulness on fire into a ditch where they can burn just like I will in hell for all eternity.

3. I don't give a fuck if my taste in whatever media/characters/how I choose to enjoy things sucks or bothers you and I also don't give a fuck what you enjoy because if I don't enjoy it I just ignore it. If you think I'm lame or unfunny go ahead and unwatch. I don't like having to be pretentious on this space or trying to be cool but inevitably it happens anyway.

4. I still like things even if other people think they're trite or stupid because they're 'tumblr fads.' I try to present myself androgynous outwardly but I love things like flower crowns and sparkly bubbly rainbow bunnies and kittens in baskets but I still dress like I'm about to pilot an airplane or chop lumber everyday.

5.  On one hand I'd like to run around with a baseball bat exacting vigilante justice on unconvicted criminals but on the other I cry when I step on bugs and have the mental strength of a runny ice-cube. I coo so much over my own cat that if I were a stranger I'd be disgusted with myself.

6. I'm not necessarily secretive but I don't like TMI or dirty anons unless it's a joke, I'm really not interested in sex and I only reblog nsfw things if I find them interesting or funny. most of the time I just reblog girls makin googly eyes at each other and guys licking blood off each other idk.

7. Don't ask me personal questions via anon if you want them answered. I don't publish asks anyway unless they're obviously a joke and I think my own comeback is funny enough to make someone other than the sender laugh, otherwise my inbox is private. This is for multiple reasons but mostly to keep my dash clear of personal convo unless I'm having a 'really don't care' night/ You can ask me things or send me fanmail and as long as you're friendly/polite I'm really easy to talk to. a bit too easy. like. getting me to shut up is the hard part.

8. "Can you-"

no.

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if u have a friend and your friend is really good at something you admire like.

Don't resent that friend or ignore their accomplishments. Support them. Reblog their funny posts or art if you like it. Don't sit there and stew over it if they don't automatically do the same but in my experience I'm much more likely to be supportive and encouraging to people who treat me like a person and not a conquest or people who don't give me the vibe that they're doing things under pretense

dont befriend 'popular' people and get mad when their popularity doesn't rub off on you.

Don't expect a person to run themselves into the ground to fix your problems. If they don't have the energy to save you it doesn't necessarily mean they're a bad friend, it means they have a life and a whole shitty iceburg of problems under the fascade they probably present most of the time.

Good friends talk with each other and joke with each other and send funny pics and talk about each other's good points and offer advice but that's not the same thing as sacrificing their own mental well-being to do impossible things. I need. I need to learn this. A lot of people need to learn this. whether you're a user or you let people use you to ignore your own problems in the short-term. That's not healthy friendship. It builds bitterness without any harsh words being spoken. It festers over time. Sometimes we need to be more objective.