My friend and I were talking the other day about the limitations of the dignified-functional-disaster grid and that gave me an idea for an in-depth queer aesthetic grid. Enjoy.
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My friend and I were talking the other day about the limitations of the dignified-functional-disaster grid and that gave me an idea for an in-depth queer aesthetic grid. Enjoy.
Send “What about” and a person and my muse will say their honest feelings/thoughts about them.
No matter what they may be, my muse will spill all.
goro is the worst to play ‘never have i ever’ with.
sunday tends to be the only day i have nothing to do, so...
Trattoria in Florence, Italy
* hurt prompts
‘ are you bleeding? ’
‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’
‘ where does it hurt? ’
‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’
‘ how did you get that black eye? ’
‘ you should see the other guy. ’
‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’
‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’
‘ i’ll get some ice. ’
‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’
‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’
‘ what’s wrong with you? ’
‘ you can barely stand. ’
‘ did you throw the first punch? ’
‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’
‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’
‘ at least bandage it. ’
‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’
‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’
‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’
‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’
‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’
‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’
‘ what happened to you? ’
‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’
‘ are those bandages? ’
‘ you need stitches. ’
‘ look out for that tree branch. ’
‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’
‘ lean on me. ’
‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’
‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’
‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’
‘ lie down. ’
‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’
‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’
‘ wake up! wake up! ’
‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’
‘ look at your face! ’
I find myself holding onto the past too tightly, until pieces of who I was have curdled inside me; have poisoned me from the inside out.
THE FIRST STEP TO LETTING GO // d.s (via wisteriawrites)
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Don’t forget to smile while intimidating someone.
Send 😢 to hold my muse as they cry.
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