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*hits on you* *actually hits you*
hes sad…….. comfort him……..
pikachu it’s ok to be sad and i love you. i hope you feel better soon, but also please take all the time u need.
he’s touched by your concern and kind words…. he’s reminded that there are ppl who care for him and it makes the sadness a bit more bearable….
jungkook + anime
One thing that really gets me about today’s society is how emotional/psychological child abuse is normalized and even celebrated.
I’ve noticed a phenomenon of parents getting together and talking about how they’re such a Mean Mom or Mean Dad and how they’re raising their children to be respectful. They talk about destroying their children’s possessions, isolating them, humiliating them, and/or publicly shaming them.
And when these people hear about, say, a parent smashing a kid’s phone for not cleaning their room or burning their possessions or filming a punishment or embarrassing moment and putting it up on social media, they commend the parents for “teaching the kids a lesson”.
Why the fuck do we, as a society, think this is okay?
It doesn’t teach kids valuable life lessons, it teaches them to be scared of repercussions. It’s bullying and child abuse and for some reason, people think that’s commendable.
Whenever I hear people saying “haha I bet that 14 year old learned a lesson”, it instantly makes me suspicious of them. I will instantly think of you as either a potential child abuser or a child abuse enabler.
As a survivor of psychological abuse, people dismissing this behavior as “harmless life lessons” makes me wonder if it really was abuse. If I deserved it. If I really deserved to have my pet’s life threatened because I was a liar.
It’s not cute. It’s not “good parenting”. It’s intimidating, shaming, and traumatizing your child into compliance.
This is the same shit as back when physical child abuse was accepted. People can’t legally whip their kids anymore so they’re turning to the next best way to abuse them. Verbally/mentally/emotionally. Abuse hasn’t left parenting, its just changed forms.
Imagine My Immortal but written in the style of Shakespeare.
SCENE 1. A MAGIC SCHOOL CALLED HOGWARTS IN ENGLAND
Enter ENOBY
ENOBY
For truth, that which the gods have christened me Has many parts, like these locks, flow’n from my crown. That hellish sound, which forms mine name, sprung from The dusky shades of these roots, so like the stone But broken, rent, mottled; for, like the flames That hie from Hades, the dusk is split with peals Of cold violet, the shade of icy fangs Met with military scarlet; coils not But hangs; not ragged, but lustrous, set off Like a precious jewel made more pure by the Barren winds of silent winter deserts, So are not these jewels of mine own self-crown Brought forth in splendour so close to these eyes Frozen, as glaciers, forged by an artist Who, bereft of artisan tools, gives himself And sculpts his godly business with that Which the muses draw blindly from his vision. Thus sorrow, reflected twice in these mirrors, Casting mine eyes as icy limpid tears.
Imagine Shakespeare but written in the style of My Immortal
Hi my name is Hamlet and I have long blond hair that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like the sun god Apollo (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!). I’m not related to him but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. My mother married my uncle after my father died. I have pale white skin. I’m also a student, and I went to a school called Wittenberg in Germany but I just graduated. I’m a prince (in case you couldn’t tell) but I wear mostly black bc I’m in mourning. I For example today I was wearing a black doublet with matching lace around it and a black tights, white undershirt and black boots. I was with my mother and Horatio. We were standing inside Elsinore. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. My uncle Claudius stared at me. I put up my middle finger at him.
Tolkien: This character is Feanor, which in my language means Spirit of Fire, which gets at his personality, creative spirit, and destructive tendencies.
Also Tolkien: This character is Treebeard because he’s a tree with a beard.
Tolkien: Here’s an entire language I created for a race of people, full of history and lore
Also Tolkien: Mount Doom
#the duality of tolkien
You must not reduce yourself to a puddle just because the person you like is afraid to swim and you are a fierce sea to them; because there will be someone who was born with love of the waves within their blood, and they will look at you with fear and respect.
T.B. LaBerge, Things I’m Still Learning at 25 (via thelovejournals)
If I can’t have love, if I can’t find peace, Give me a bitter glory.
Anna Akhmatova, (via wordsnquotes)
When you’re more in love with the memories than with the person standing right in front of you, that’s how you know it’s over.
rainbows-here-and-there (via wordsnquotes)
I still remember you as a little girl who overwaters plants because she doesn’t know when to stop giving.
Trista Mateer (via wnq-writers)
It may be the wrong decision, but f*ck it, it’s mine.
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via theliteraryjournals)
Night Star Cat, Cat-O-Lanterns, and Ghost Cats.
Loving me will not be easy. It will be war. You will hold the gun and I will hand you the bullets. So breathe, and embrace the beauty of the massacre that lies ahead.
R.M. Drake (via wordsnquotes)
We’re all afraid to be our true selves, because we’re afraid others might not love us. But even more so, we fear we won’t love ourselves.
whenfeelsexplode (via wnq-writers)
Je suis comme ça. Ou j’oublie tout de suite ou je n’oublie jamais.
Samuel Beckett, En Attendant Godot.
Translation: ”I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.”
(via thequotejournals)