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❛ Come on, that's too depressing. How about we call it, "Beauty is only Skin Deep," and we attach the actual skin of a student? independent roleplay blog for jane lane of MTV's Daria. tracking walksalone.

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hey remember when I was active on this blog

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Send 🍟 to steal one of my muse’s fries. Thief.

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                        ❛ Come on, that's too depressing.         How about we call it,                           "BEAUTY IS ONLY SKIN DEEP," and we attach the actual                           skin of a student? ❜

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             “So do you usually spout this much cryptic BULLSHIT? Or am I just special? Cuz if all you’ve got is the depressing art school drivel – spare me, okay?”

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                Drivel was... a very accurate synopsis of the poem she had just recited, said poem being attached to her student life piece for the art fair. She knows she’s a winner, she couldn’t be thinner, so she eats a balanced breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Censorship of her and Daria’s very honest work, at the hands of the administration – and while she wasn’t about to go off on a rant against the establishment in front of the likes of someone who didn’t get it, she was still pretty irritated. 

                “You spout about other people’s BULLSHIT a lot. Huh.” Yes, it was a dig implying that he was the one with the BULLSHIT agenda, subtle enough to go unnoticed by most. But he wasn’t the problem. Taking her anger out on him wouldn’t solve this problem, and she knew that, and it frustrated her, but she knew it. Her hand dipped into her pocket, pulling out her tube of her signature red lip color – she looked at him with an impassive facial expression. 

                “You should go. You’re not going to want to be around to witness this.”

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Super Old Starter Call / NLA | @walksalone​

“Hey. You’re one of those art types.” It was more a statement, than anything ; he glanced around — almost conspiratorially, before he fixed with a hard stare — leaning into her desk, lowering his voice, even, “ —You, uh…You got anything on you?”  ———Hey. Far better, that you got at least one of the people you were doomed to spend your Saturday with on-side — than to spend it in silence..so long as this wasn’t mentioned outside the library.

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        “I’ve been known to push the paint around.” She paused after a few more strokes of her pen against her paper – she might write the essay. She’ll probably write the essay – eventually. But for now the question of who do you think you are? was being answered with a cartoonish doodle of the principal with an ice cream head being licked to death by dogs. Would he ever see it? She didn’t particularly care either way. At the moment, she was preoccupied with something else – figuring out what an exemplified member of the wrestling team wants from the likes of her. It wasn’t necessarily a malicious thought; she was genuinely curious. Money? A colored pen? The secret in the school’s mystery meat sauce? 

                                          Or.... drugs. He wanted drugs.

            As offended as she should have been for being stereotyped, she wasn’t. If anything, she was a mixture of annoyed and amused; such was shown as she arched a brow curiously, then shrugged her shoulders. 

           “Just some copic markers, a few sticks of gum, some webpage software I’m holding for a friend, and an expired lottery scratch-off.” A pause followed. “I’ve got spray paint in my locker, but it’s not ideal for that sort of recreational use.”

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awwww yeah

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OK SOME UPDATES BECAUSE I’VE BEEN GONE FOREVER AND Y’ALL DESERVE AN EXPLANATION

– finally done with the academic part of college, which is cool. finals week kicked my butt and I got really sick but I’m doing better and all that’s over. – my external hard drive went kaput. I have a new one which is great! except I can’t access anything on the old one so that means a bunch of screencaps and icons for various blogs are gone and I have to start fresh. that’s going to take some time. – I have a lot of IRL stuff to tend to, like sorting through a bunch of old things in my room, cleaning my room, getting my license, working and saving my money over the summer, and applying to internships for the fall. the goal here is to graduate in December. – basically I’m putting myself on a light sort of hiatus on the majority of my blogs until everything in my life falls into a rhythm again. I’ll be most easily accessible over here and on Skype, if you need anything or want to talk. Rest assured I will return to my other blogs in some capacity, just not right now due to the above things. 

as always, your understanding is highly appreciated. <3 see you all soon!

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MOVIE SENTENCE STARTERS: SHOWGIRLS (1995)

HIGHLY NSFW. some triggers, including drug mentions

“Man, everybody got AIDS and shit!” “There’s always someone younger and hungrier coming down the stairs after you.” “What do you want?” “I’m doin’ some of the finest cocaine in the world, darlin’. You want some?” “We got off on the wrong foot. Wanna start dancin’ all over again?” “Cut the shit.” “Just down from Ver-sayce.” “If you want to last longer than a week, you give me a blow-job.” “Why did you stop hooking? You had your future pretty well mapped out for yourself.” “I did what I had to do.” “I’m not a whore.” “Tell me something, how much did you charge?” “You got low self-esteem baby, you’re a fantastic fuck.” “It’s worse than dog food.” “I have a problem with pussy. I always have, and I’m always gonna.” “You’ve probably heard that I’m a prick - I am a prick.” “I got one interest here, and that’s the show.” “I don’t care whether you live or die.” “I want to see you dance and I want to see you smile.” “I’m not going to pay those kind of salaries!” “We do what we do in Vegas. We gamble.” “You got me the audition, didn’t you?” “Maybe I like the way you dance.” “Maybe I like you, anyway, what difference does it make?” “Did you enjoy that out there?” “Here, wipe your nose.” “My right hand is so tight I can barely thread a needle!” “Aren’t you gonna come here and give me a big kiss?” “This top is way too tight. My breasts are just getting crushed in here.” “It’s not about fair. It’s about power.” “You gotta gamble if you’re gonna win.” “I’m gonna win.” “You fucked her, didn’t you?” “Are you hitting on me?” “You’re not a hooker, are you?” “You can’t touch me, but I can touch you.” “I’d really love to touch you.” “I’m gettin’ a little too old for that whorey look.” “You don’t want to piss me off, darlin’, now that we’re friends.” “You shouldn’t get pissed off. Makes you look older!” “Are you afraid? Don’t be.” “I liked it when you came. I liked your eyes.” “You touch my make-up again and I’ll fucking kill you.” “Oh, I’m a slut? Well, you fucked that kid from the pizza place!” “I don’t have to listen to this.” “If you’re smart - and I was smart - you’ll figure out a job and a man for later on.” “I bought it at Ver-sayce.” “You have great taste and you look beautiful.” “What the hell is happening here?” “You have great tits. They’re really beautiful.” “I’ll never be like you.” “You’ve got more talent when you dance than anybody I’ve ever seen.” “You want me to go? I’m out of here!” “You can fuck me when you love me.” “You don’t fool me. I see you.” “It’s amazing what paint and a surgeon can do.”

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In other news, how many of you guys would be interested in a livestream of Daria?

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friendly reminder: do whatever makes you happy

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hulu has all of daria EXCEPT for the two movies and that bothers me

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I planned to get some drafts done tonight but I started feeling nauseous out of nowhere and it’s been persistent for the last couple of hours, so I’m going to be laying low around here/on Skype while I relax.

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he just used the phrase ‘PC police’ I can’t deal with this