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darkarfs:

BEWARE, I HUNGER

RUN RUN RUN COWARD( http://youtu.be/S-XEINagmaU )

darkarfs:

BEWARE, I HUNGER

RUN RUN RUN COWARD

( http://youtu.be/S-XEINagmaU )

arkhane:

Covers for Catwoman: When in Rome miniseries, art by Tim Sale

(via hella-bara)

HahhahahhahahHA

Just when I start actually getting along with my housemate, she sends me a text - while we’re both in the house - to tell me I need to mow the lawn and also recommend a therapist. I haven’t said jack shit to her about my issues, so I’m guessing me falling asleep on the couch a few times or them seeing me occasionally drunk and upset prompted this??? I’m just like “what the fuck did I do.” I never give her any shit for all of HER weird behavior, so… I don’t know.

I told her she could knock and ask me, asked if I’d freaked anyone out, and said that I am in therapy, and handling it. Even if poorly. I just love how nobody fucking asked me what I’m doing and jumped to ‘get help’ when HAHAHAHAHHA.

Fuck this whole thing.

lazy—eyes:

secret alphabets - kasabian

I forgot how lovely this song is <3

halloweendream:

do you ever walk alone?  

Like a drifter in the dark  

Seeking out what isn’t there  

Looking only for a spark  





From a girl who’s all alone  

Maybe she’s a’ driftin’ too  

Like a shadow in the night  

Waitin’ just to meet with you  





And then perhaps in love you’ll stay  

Or fall and go your separate ways  

Still searchin’ for a spark  

Like a drifter in the dark  


———

Where I’m getting my drifter references for sad metaphors…. hah

Suddenly realized I’m going to have to do a lot more research on the rise of conservatism and evangelical Christianity for my story… But I’ll also get to do research black metal, and a shit ton of other things, so I think it’ll even out….

More bullshit

It’s really starting to sink in that I’ve lost my therapist.

The new lady doesn’t know what helps as much, she can only guess. I’m having to start over after 2 years of work.

The one person who could help me problem solve and find the right solutions without burdening them, because it was her job, is gone. Friends have moved and gone. Some outright don’t want to see me at all.

I miss everything I once had so much.

Lines keep getting drawn in the sand between others and myself, and walls get built to reinforce them. All I want to do be able to hold someone’s hand when I manage to fight my way out of my own prison of bullshit. But I fear I’m always going to be locked out, on the other side of the door from everyone else’s lives, watching their happiness or pain from afar. Even when my door is wide open.

No disrespect to the people who call, or talk to me through the window - I love you for caring, and trying to connect. But I’m ultimately some drifter, with nothing and no one to come home to- and I feel like everyone can smell the stink of loneliness on me. I don’t want to just beg and take and take and take.

I want to be awesome, and I want to make people’s days brighter, but I worry I’m failing you all, and myself. I’m trying to make my little mental shack into a home, so it’s at least nice to come back to. I’m fighting so hard to enjoy the wandering. But I’m just afraid of always having to wander alone.

It reminds me of Evangelion. Where’s third impact when you need it.

"The Law of “Fuck Yes or No” states that when you want to get involved with someone new, in whatever capacity, they must inspire you to say “Fuck Yes” in order for you to proceed with them.
The Law of “Fuck Yes or No” also states that when you want to get involved with someone new, in whatever capacity, THEY must respond with a “Fuck Yes” in order for you to proceed with them.

As you can see, The Law of “Fuck Yes or No” implies that both parties must be enthusiastic about the prospect of one another’s company. Why? Because attractive, non-needy, high self-worth people don’t have time for people who they are not excited to be with and who are not excited to be with them.”


Basically my friends’ advice distilled into one clear principle- applicable to dating, friendships, social situations, projects…. Fuck I’ll just apply this to my whole damn life.

I don’t buy clothing that doesn’t fit me, I don’t make any large purchase or decision without tons of research… So why do I settle so easily for bullshit when it comes to people?

Life is too short to waste it on people who won’t appreciate your company- or who you don’t appreciate theirs. Either way you’re disrespecting someone- either yourself or who you’re around.

I also can’t waste time hoping other people will say “fuck yes” when I CAN JUST SAY IT- with my actions. For all the people who I know we have mutual friendships of fuck yes - I need to call all y’all and hang out. Because it’s been way too long.

reachnerdisms replied to your quote“Yeah well fuck you man, I’m awesome, I’m gonna go off and be a raging…”

Someone being shitty?

Always.
Life’s too short to be shitty to myself to boot, so heeeeyooo.  Time to be a boss ass bitch.

Yeah well fuck you man, I’m awesome, I’m gonna go off and be a raging queer practicing magic and listening to bad music, kbye

my motivational thoughts for the day.  (╯◉□◉)╯︵ ┻━┻

EDIT: AND I’M GONNA LOOK RAD AS FUCK DOING IT.

Something about the way you taste
Makes me want to clear my throat
There’s a message to your movements
That really gets my goat

Centered ‘round long time ago
On your ability to torment
Then you took your tongs of love
And stripped away my garment

I looked for sniffy linings
But you’re rotten to the core
I’ve had just about all I can take
You know I can’t take it no more

I’ve got a gut feeling
I’ve got a gut feeling
I’ve got a gut feeling, feeling

(This live version kicks so much ass… hadn’t really noticed this song until I saw this)

(Source: youtube.com)

Babby’s choking on her liquor

seriously

fuck my life

I’m such a disappointment to myself and to everyone else

I’m so sorry

was I born this way?

if so

fuck that

fuck this whole thing

I’m a doomed human being sometimes, I think

I was raised by addicts

I’m doomed to become one, and to understand them

I’m in the shunned caste

maybe in my next life

I’ll transcend this bullshit.

venusstarpower94:

Oh, the irony of life…

During my daily stroll across the internets, I decided to look up doll repair videos on YouTube. I found this interesting video, and as I watched it, I was oohing and aahing and ermahgerding at all the computer chips and doll parts spread out, all while trying to figure out which doll that was. And sure enough, once I actually saw the doll’s face, I got punched right in the childhood.

That doll is Mirabelle. She was the first ever doll to arrive in this Venusian’s life, and sadly she did not bring very pleasant memories for me. Let’s just say, she is known in the Venusian history books as “Mirabelle: The Demonic Doll that Immunized My Fear for Chucky Long Before I Even Knew Who He Was”.

But before I tell you about my misadventures with Mirabelle, let me tell you a bit about her.
Mirabelle came out sometime during the early 90’s, and she was quite different from other interactive dolls. She came with a movie (a VHS tape) about her adventures, and every time you sat her in front of the TV to watch the movie, the lens on her chest would let her know it was on. Mirabelle’s earrings would light up and blink, and she would s̶l̶i̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶r̶o̶a̶t̶ actually respond by saying phrases that corresponded to what was happening in the movie. When the movie was off, you could still play with her by pressing the button on her chest (below the lens), and she would p̶r̶o̶j̶e̶c̶t̶i̶l̶e̶ ̶v̶o̶m̶i̶t̶ ̶p̶e̶a̶ ̶s̶o̶u̶p̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶f̶a̶c̶e̶ say her phrases.

Seems like an adorable and interesting concept for a doll, right? Well, my Mirabelle doll seemed to not like that idea. Instead, her idea of fun was making little Venusian girls cry and run to their mom and dad. There were two reasons why Mirabelle scared the living day lights out of me: one, because her voice did not have that sweet, innocent little-girl tone like her movie did, or even like the one in this doll repair video. Instead, her voice sounded like a 90-year-old version of Regan from The Exorcist who swallowed a lot of Brillo Pads.

(Although now that I think about it, I wonder if her voice came out like that because my particular Mirabelle doll was defected? The world may never know…)

The second (and most traumatic) reason was whenever her batteries were running low. Her eyes, earrings, and mouth would move around like crazy, and her voice would change into many forms of WTFery. Plus, all her phrases would start mixing up together and sound like
a load of gibberish. 

For many years, my mom had to hide her in the closet, because I could not even bare to look at her. To this day, Mirabelle still makes me cringe, but I’ve overcome (most) of my fear of her. But, after freaking out about those doll parts in this video and then seeing her face at the end, it just gave me even more of a reason to look under my bed every night to ensure that a wild Mirabelle doesn’t appear. >_>

It’s interesting, however, that the Mirabelle doll is nearly impossible to find. I always thought I was the only one who had this doll, but I have seen about one or two results for her online (including this repair video and a picture of her that I saw one time). What’s also interesting is that I had many other dolls (including interactive ones) right after Mirabelle, and none of them ever scared me. I’ve seen all the Chucky movies, and he never scared me. Heck, I’m now a DOLL COLLECTOR, for Pete’s sake, and yet no doll has ever freaked me out the way Mirabelle did.

I still have her somewhere in my garage, but I don’t really know how I’ll react if I get the chance to reunite with her. I think I’ll be ok with having her around, as long as her batteries are out and she stays as far away from my American Girl dolls as possible.

Part of me wants to get rid of her because of those unpleasant memories she gave me, but another part of me wants to keep her because she was, after all, my very first doll. Despite having a lot of bad memories with her, I did have my share of good ones with her, too (like those times when I taught her how to play hopscotch and pushed her on the baby swing sets).

 Plus, I have to admit, I absolutely LOVED her movie and watched it nonstop. :P

Does anyone on this planet know about Mirabelle the interactive doll? Did anyone own her at one point (or still own her today)?
If so, please tell me about her. And if any of you (doll collectors included) have scary childhood memories about your dolls, please tell me about them. ;D

Update: I have a pic of Mirabelle. It’s not originally mine, but I don’t remember which website I got it from. Anyway, this is what she looks like. photo image_zps17331b21.jpg

May 16, 2014 Updated Update: I finally found my Mirabelle doll! And yes, bricks were shat at the sight of her vapid violet eyes staring into my soul. My mom and I were going through the garage earlier today, and we found her piled up on top of some other dolls. I currently have her hands tied to a bedpost, and the exorcis- I mean- doll doctor should be stopping by tomorrow to see what she may need. Here is what my Mirabelle currently looks like. As you can clearly see, she looks classy, elegant, well put-together, and in perfectly mint condition. All the My Buddy dolls would go crazy for her. ;)photo imagejpg1_zps96c2e8e4.jpg

I had this doll! Mine didn’t talk like a demon, but I was thinking back on it that she must have been some people’s nightmare. I was really attached to mine, and watched the video over and over, but the tech hardly worked, and I wonder to this day HOW it worked.

Still, it’s kind of cool thinking I basically had a robot when I was growing up. We did have a possessed doll, but that was a Teletubby from a thrift store who would start talking in the middle of the night…. She got returned lol.

fatbodypolitics:

cognitivedissonance:

natalie-ann:

asmilinggoddess:

thefuuuucomics:

cognitivedissonance:

darthmobius:

cognitivedissonance:

I have bronchitis. Thanks to the ACA, I was able to get medicine for $0. #ThanksObama

LIES.
that came from taxes I paid.

Well, let my know how much I owe you and I’ll drop a few pennies in the mail. War comes from taxes you paid, and I personally dislike the amount I pay going for that… Maybe we should check “yes” or “no” on our 1040 forms this year for allocation of tax dollars.
I’m sorry you think I’m lying, but I’m not. I qualified for the Medicaid expansion under the ACA, which is partially funded through taxpayer revenue. I don’t think the IRS mailed you a letter saying, “Nah nah nah nah naaaaaaah! This year’s tax dollars went to pay for medicine for poor people mwahahaha!” Who knows? Maybe YOUR portion of tax dollars went to a Hellfire missile that took out a village in Afghanistan. Ooh, how exciting for you!
Comfort yourself with that thought as I use my inhaler, which I would not have been able to afford without the ACA.



#gonna need obamacare to afford treatment for that burn jackass

what the fuck is wrong with Americans who aren’t on board with free healthcare. I’m Canadian and I don’t care that I pay extra taxes so a little boy in Alberta can have open heart surgery, or an elderly man in Nova Scotia can get the heart medication he desperately needs. It’s called taking care of your people. I’m glad I pay so that people can have a good quality of life. It’s called being a decent fucking human being.

This ↑

It’s also called it costs a lot less to pay for medicine from Walgreens than the hospital stay they would need if it was left untreated.

fatbodypolitics:

cognitivedissonance:

natalie-ann:

asmilinggoddess:

thefuuuucomics:

cognitivedissonance:

darthmobius:

cognitivedissonance:

I have bronchitis. Thanks to the ACA, I was able to get medicine for $0. #ThanksObama

LIES.

that came from taxes I paid.

Well, let my know how much I owe you and I’ll drop a few pennies in the mail. War comes from taxes you paid, and I personally dislike the amount I pay going for that… Maybe we should check “yes” or “no” on our 1040 forms this year for allocation of tax dollars.

I’m sorry you think I’m lying, but I’m not. I qualified for the Medicaid expansion under the ACA, which is partially funded through taxpayer revenue. I don’t think the IRS mailed you a letter saying, “Nah nah nah nah naaaaaaah! This year’s tax dollars went to pay for medicine for poor people mwahahaha!” Who knows? Maybe YOUR portion of tax dollars went to a Hellfire missile that took out a village in Afghanistan. Ooh, how exciting for you!

Comfort yourself with that thought as I use my inhaler, which I would not have been able to afford without the ACA.

what the fuck is wrong with Americans who aren’t on board with free healthcare. I’m Canadian and I don’t care that I pay extra taxes so a little boy in Alberta can have open heart surgery, or an elderly man in Nova Scotia can get the heart medication he desperately needs. It’s called taking care of your people. I’m glad I pay so that people can have a good quality of life. It’s called being a decent fucking human being.

This ↑

It’s also called it costs a lot less to pay for medicine from Walgreens than the hospital stay they would need if it was left untreated.

(via hella-bara)

I had a dream yesterday, where a friend gave me back a purse that I had given to them some time in the past for safekeeping, and when I opened it up and looked at the contents, I started crying. I had been fine without it, but when I got it back, I realized that there had been something deeply important missing. I was sitting on the floor while they sat on the couch patiently, and I was sobbing because I felt whole again.

I wish I could remember what friend it was, and what the contents were, but the memory is lost. The person was someone very close, though.

I don’t know if it’s just because I was drawing old characters last night, or if it’s my mood feeling better, or loneliness… Maybe just pretty indicative of my life right now in general.

I need to find what I’ve been living without, and become whole again. Or maybe I’m already doing just that.