A Random Writer

Did you ever notice the flower you stepped on on your way to work?

[just-shower-thoughts]

Doofenshmirtz isn’t incompetent; he *plans* his inventions to fail. Why? Because it was never about the inator. He just wanted Perry to show up so he could talk to him about his past struggles. It’s how he overcomes his trauma, it’s therapy.

[animauxing]

storms in a bottle.

[thelittlesaumench]

Isn't it weird that what we see in the mirror is different from what we see in pictures?

Can't speak for others, but that's just the case for me. I look at my face reflected in the mirror and think that 'Hey, maybe i'm not so ugly after all. Maybe this face could be thought of, at the very least, as pretty cute.' But then I look at a picture someone took of me and that thin structure of self-confidence goes crashing down like a tower of cards. Now the reason this bothers me so much is this: What if the girl they see in the picture is the girl they see in real life?

It's always worried me, you see.

I've always had this mental picture of myself, and though i'm no conventional beauty, i like to think of myself as someone reasonably attractive. But when i look at pictures of myself I just find myself thinking 'Is that really me?' Were my arms always that thick? My face that round? My smile that awkward? These are the thoughts that fill my head and it worries me that that's what other people see too. I know that we live in an era that's more accepting of the bigger picture- that beauty comes in all shapes and sizes. But still, we've lived with this picture of what's beautiful in our heads for so long that, even though we want to disregard them all and accept the fact that beauty truly is diverse, we find it hard to truly see things differently. Maybe i'm just talking about myself though; i don't know what goes through other people's heads but it's jusy so easy to project our own thoughts on others. We imagine what the other person might be thinking about and we believe it to be true, without even asking the other person if that's actually what they think. I like to call this our ability to look without actually seeing.

But, even after knowing knowning all those things, that being pretty isn't everything to everyone, and keeping them in my head, i just can't help but look in the mirror and think about the huge gap between my reflection and my photos. Is it nacissistic for me to feel this way? I wonder...

May 22, 2020 | 2:32pm

[thelittlesaumench]

the birds are chirping outside my window... and still, nit a wink of sleep

[thelittlesaumench]

it's already light outside and im still awake mother forked

[just-shower-thoughts]

Everyone who wears glasses does so in order to look better.

[hanae-ichihara]

♡ Favorite Anime OTPs by Hanamiko ♡

↪ Yato & Hiyori Iki ❤️ Noragami「 ノラガミ 」

[hanae-ichihara]

♡ Favorite Anime OTPs by Hanamiko ♡

↪ Haru Yoshida & Mizutani Shizuku ❤️ Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun「 となりの怪物くん 」

[pentragons]

Spirited Away + concept art brought to life

[shizukku]

Why do you look so sad...?

[thelittlesaumench]

what episode is this from omfg asjvjsdjbdh

[queercbc]

Quarantine Day 20 by Gabriel Picolo

[queercbc]

Based on:

[thelittlesaumench]

I've been feeling oddly nostaligic lately.

For some reason, i keep going back to my days as a high school student, remembering the things i did and the people i was with and wondering "Were these my glory years?" Though to call them 'glory years' is a bit of a stretch, considering how boring they actually were. Okay, maybe not boring but suffice to say, in looking back, i feel like there were so many opportunities that i simply didn't have the courage to grasp in my hands and take. Now, i'm the kind of person who loves to fantasize. Who doesn't, right? I've always had an active imagination- dreaming of fantastical adventures, heart warming romance and tear-jerking tragedy, hoping, against all hope, that maybe one day, a story worthy enough for the pages of a book or a manga would unfold before me, forging a path filled with wonder and excitement. But obviously, none of that happened. I think that's why i've been getting so many flashbacks as of late. Spacing out and looking back at the days that looked like it could be the setting to something amazing, silently kicking myself in the butt for being too scared to try...

But i digress. Maybe my life wasn't actually filled with that many doors. Maybe, if it were, those doors didn't lead to the outcomes i stubbornly imagine. Maybe that life isn't as fantastical as books plot them out to be.

But who am i to think these thoughts, right? For all i know, someone's living the magic right now. Perhaps, somewhere, out there, there really is a chance for fantastical adventures, heartwarming romance, and tear-jerking tragedy. History has certainly shown us that it's possible. But i still don't know... I still don't know.

05 19 2020 | 12:46pm

[thelittlesaumench]

I click the shutter

Knowning nothing will come out

No film, no rhyme

Nothing.

I look at the camera

Knowing no one's behind the lense

No laugh, no smile

No one.

I say the words

Knowing that they won't be heard

By anyone nor anything

...

[ruinedchildhood]

[thelittlesaumench]

well, aren’t we the rebelous exporer

[thelittlesaumench]

I am so tired.

Everyone

[pinkuparadise]

lana del rey x marina & the diamonds ☆radioactive☆

[thelittlesaumench]

Sociology of personal thought

Have you ever experienced a time when you just want to tell your brain STOP? Where thinking is not serving you the way you want it to, where thinking posses a threat to EVERYTHING. Sociology is making my head spin, all the theories make so much sense... They all make clicking sounds in my brain that sounded beautiful in the beginning but slowly turning into something hypnotic... Like a venus flytrap, except you're the fly. Someone help me... Even though i don't want to be saved.