Side comments

Quote on quote daily splirts of random insights to my life.

[waspsalad]

Please do not feed the squirrels

[corpsegirlforever]

I would feed her a cookie immediately.

[infectiouspiss]

JUST LET ME MAKE THE POST

[infectiouspiss]

OH SO THIS WILL POST BUT NOT MY FUCKING. POST.

[guooey]

Category 5 goobin out event

[duckbunny]

THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING TO GET YOUR MEDS BEFORE THE PHARMACIES CLOSE

they are going to be CLOSED OVER THE HOLIDAYS and so will the DOCTORS WHO SIGN YOUR PRESCRIPTIONS.

if you don’t have enough meds to last the next THREE WEEKS, put in for your repeats and refills tomorrow! that’s Wednesday! do it! don’t go to hospital at New Year because you ran out of stuff!

[duckbunny]

it’s that time of year again! get your meds!

[shaylalaloohoo]

WATCH BELLE (2021)

WATCH BELLE (2021)

WATCH BELLE (2021)

Please!!

(content warnings, though, beneath the cut)

brief v*miting in the beginning

d*mestic ch*ld ab*se: v*rbal and phys*cal threa+s onscreen, v*olence offscreen

There's buildup to each occurrence, and once I understood what was happening, I was fine.

I saw this movie with some friends, and we all have triggers related to v*mit and ab*se. We each enjoyed the experience, but it may be different for you.

[bramblesand]

People, especially games, get eldritch madness wrong a lot and it’s really such a shame.

An ant doesn’t start babbling when they see a circuit board. They find it strange, to them it is a landscape of strange angles and humming monoliths. They may be scared, but that is not madness.

Madness comes when the ant, for a moment, can see as a human does.

It understands those markings are words, symbols with meaning, like a pheromone but infinitely more complex. It can travel unimaginable distances, to lands unlike anything it has seen before. It knows of mirth, embarrassment, love, concepts unimaginable before this moment, and then…

It’s an ant again.

Echoes of things it cannot comprehend swirl around its mind. It cannot make use of this knowledge, but it still remembers. How is it supposed to return to its life? The more the ant saw the harder it is for it to forget. It needs to see it again, understand again. It will do anything to show others, to show itself, nothing else in this tiny world matters.

This is madness.

[bogleech]

Thank you for this good PSA because I’m still seeing sincere, published, professional writers doing “ahhhhh oh no this monster was SO UGLY i’m mentally ill now!”

[deepfriedfuckpotato-deactivated]

Look, guys, you need to know something really important about Batman.

The whole traditional English butler thing? Yeah, “master ____” is a form of address used for children. Alfred has been lowkey calling Bruce a manchild for decades.

And I think that’s beautiful.

[mellytonin]

@unpretty

[unpretty]

i always assumed that when bruce got older, alfred called him ‘mister wayne’ exactly once, because the look on bruce’s face when alfred called him what he’d previously always called thomas wasn’t one he ever wanted to see again

[thebibliosphere]

Okay *clears throat* that was uncalled for

[wherethewillowgrows]

Literally Haven’t done anything with this blog but stared at it in disgruntlement. If it was possible for me to me any more depressed by myself, I would be in a pool of tears. In any case, I am posting something now because I am a pathetic person and trying to start something back up with this again. Not going to work, but it will kill time as I am at work.

[wherethewillowgrows]

Mycroft stared, temper blistering underneath his fair skin, at the pearl colored, short haired cat in his path with disdainful disbelief. For the last ten minutes he had tried to dismiss the cat standing at his front door, but the blasted thing didn't even flinch, just sauntered its way back even after he had tossed it a fair few meters away with his foot. He had originally shut the front door, but then the hellion proceeded to wail pathetically on his front step until his neighbors started looking over the fence in a highly unpleasant rendition of a burrowing owl. Mycroft did not care for them to come over sputtering in indignation, so to spare both his dignity and his ear drums from the caterwauling, he opened the door, with possibly a little too much force, to see the cat standing completely silent, looking for all to see as an innocent bystander who was not just prior trying scream to death the owner of the house it was at. Not a second later, the cat sat on its haunches, leisurely licking it's front left paw to then use it to fluff up as it did so. It was mocking him, Mycroft was sure.

The cat finished its one handed bath, gingerly resting it on top of its other paw and gently looked up towards Mycroft with it's beautifully innocent sunset orange eyes. Mycroft raised an eyebrow at it, recognizing a look of manipulation in the cat's eyes, slowly turning his umbrella around and back in a exact 135 degree turn each time.

"Shoo," he finally said after the stare lasted longer than a minute, "I am in no need of your presence and would like to kindly request of your departure from my home."

The cat's ear flicked and continued to stare with a single blink as an answer. 

"What in the world could you possibly want, you devils spawn?" Mycroft barely resisted the urge to snap completely. Instead he continued exasperatedly, "Did you want to stop by for tea and biscuits? Perhaps some milk instead?"

To Mycroft's chagrin, the cat shook off slightly and gracefully made its way past Mycroft through the door. Mycroft couldn't say a thing as it seemed today was a day of pure vexation, and of being one-upped by a common, household pet.

[wherethewillowgrows]

I think I'm going to write a little drabble today.

[wherethewillowgrows]

I am currently trying to write a spanish sonnet.

It is hard and I do not like trying to rhyme with anything because I do not have enough spanish vocabulary.

Okay. Back to work

[wherethewillowgrows]

Time to write for the day. I'm okay with that. Lately, I've been really happy that I started this because now I can at least say I haven't completely given up writing. Now that I realized this, however, I can see that Tumblr really hasn't helped me in the writing category. That's okay though because it's my fault for getting really distracted. 

I'm trying to figure out what to actually write about in this blog like thing. I don't want it to be a diary (cause I'm lame and I grow bored of such things) as it has been thus far portrayed as. I should really start writing little blurbs from my mind on something of importance. I want to go back to writing my stories, but I don't really have the motivation right now. Oh goodness, look at me, rambling about nothing and everything. Again. I just keep telling myself, at least I am writing something. May not be anything important, but It is better than what I tried to do last time, so score.

Another successful day.

[wherethewillowgrows]

better a half hour late then never

I have been getting tired of doing many things lately. I still love to read, but the moment I finish a story, it is really hard for me to pick it back up and I get bored. It hasn't been very fun lately, and all I really want to do is re-read most of the stories I have finished. Oh well. One of these days I'll go back and pick up a new novel on paper instead of electronically. I freaking miss having the book smell lingering on me.

And on a completely random note, I really need to figure out a time to do my laundry. I didn't realize I haven't done it until I had to get a shirt and all I have left are my dress shirts.

[wherethewillowgrows]

So I'm bored at work and I realized I haven't posted anything yet today. 

Not a lot to talk about as since nothing truly life changing has happened today. I find my life to be boring as hell and I really just want to take a nap. However after work I have about an hour to go home grab some grub and then head back for a meeting. Hopefully, I won't crash during the meeting. Who knows.

On another note. I had a great time today in my Spanish Literature class. My professor used to create guitars (Luthier is the official title) for some famous people including bands like Lincoln Park and Kitty, with specific people like Shakira. It was interesting listening to him talk about the specific guitars and then connecting that to the poetry we had to read for the day. 

Okay. I've pretty much written everything I wanted to. I think I might do some drabbles. Having not done even one before, I'm sure it will be a very telling experience. 

[wherethewillowgrows]

Already Failed.

T.T

That's okay. I can work with this. I had something to say and I'll just go ahead and say it now. Oh the irony.

I thought a thought that I wouldn't be able to do weekends or any day I didn't have work. Because I have no discipline.

It will be okay. Day #doesn'tmatternomore.

[wherethewillowgrows]

text post for the day involves the undeniable urge to stab a cactus because of the children outside of the box office where I work.

They are loud and playful. Typical children, so not the problem.

The one problem I have is that they are vile creatures that would rather bang on the plastic case covering the box office window then listen when the lady who is in charge calls them over to leave. 

...

In all honestly though, I'm just tired. They really aren't that bad, but a lot of the customers can't hear over the volume of the children and we sometimes have three waves of children come in. One of the older customers couldn't hear very well and started screaming at me because he thought I wasn't talking to him.

[wherethewillowgrows]

Things to keep in mind. I am a student. I am not superwoman. I am a student. I am an adult. But I am a student.

Note to self complete

Useless dribble day 2, check.