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I am constantly torn between wanting to improve myself and wanting to destroy myself.
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vriskaserket-homestuck:

mollaythesassay:

puta-madre91:

Our psychological state allows us to see only what we want/need/feel to see at a particular time. What five words do you see?


this scares me a little


Sin passion kiss naked crush.WHAT THE FUCK

vriskaserket-homestuck:

mollaythesassay:

puta-madre91:

Our psychological state allows us to see only what we want/need/feel to see at a particular time. What five words do you see?

this scares me a little

Sin passion kiss naked crush.
WHAT THE FUCK

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Ke$ha - Goodbye
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theblackship:

Ke$ha’s real voice

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Living proof that Hollywood kills talent.

I am turning this into something. 

And it will be glorious. 

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memedong:

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GUYS

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janecrocker:

zexalura:

I really think some people on tumblr need to learn a lesson from this song

here you go fandom

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tavrosgirl:

Oh look another Levi video 

ahahaha….

I love this cat too much don’t mind me

today’s the day

>today was the day that dave finally got out of the hospital, or at least that he was allowed to leave and you could pick him up. so you got ready, just to do that. you change out of the normal around-the-house clothes and throw on some casual clothes, including a jacket, and you fix up your hair. it was spring already, yet it was still kind of cold outside, due to a sort of longer winter. you had reese in the daycare at the moment, so you would just pick her up after you picked up dave. so you grab your keys and head out to your car, jumping in, cranking it, and backing out. while you’re driving on the way there, you wonder how dave feels about finally getting out. your happy and stressed and everything at the same time, but you’re trying to keep it more on the happy side for now, even if it’s a little hard. you make it to the the cecile of queens hospital after a little while of driving, getting out and making your way to the entrance. when you get inside, you walk up the the front desk and let them know who you are and that you were there to pick up dave, and they tell you that they’ll notify the doctor and nurses that you were here, so that dave could get ready and out of his room. you nod and go take a seat over in the waiting area, waiting for dave. you’re kind of tired, though, so you sort of rest your head back and wait.

lesboflow:

Comment on the size of a man’s penis and it’s a low blow and a stab at his masculinity. Comment on the size of a woman’s anything and it’s a social norm. 

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desajustarse:

this is important reblog this if youre a homestuck rp blog and something ~*~ unknown ~*~  will happen. likes dont count. get on it

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"I love you, but I really wish I didn't."

beep-beep-fucking-meow:

thatsillyjohnkid:

… i know.

i’m sorry.

i’m not really sorry that you love me or that i’m pretty sure i feel the same way about you — although, the only reason i would say i wish i didn’t is because i’m hurting people — but i’m sorry you had to fall for someone like me. someone stupid and someone who doesn’t know how to talk and work things out first before doing things. sorry you love someone as stupid as i am.

"And I don’t see why people wouldn’t." You levelly reply.  You purse your lips when he sighs and moves his head from your shoulder to the back of your neck.  "It’s a rock to say I’m surprised and a hard place to say I’m not," You begin, "But you do take "everyone is their own worst critic" to a unholy extreme, and it isn’t good for you."  You tilt your head back, just to tap against his.  "Apologize all you want; I’ll accept every single one and love you just as much as I did the moment before, but I don’t blame you for a fuck lick of any of this, and neither should anyone else.  Yourself least of all."

>he replies back, replying why he doesn’t see why anyone wouldn’t, and you just don’t feel the energy to fight back at that. you sigh again. you move your head from his shoulder to the back of his neck, and just rest it there, sort of. he begins again after a second.

it’s not like i can really help it; it’s not like i’m meaning to be my own worst critic, or really just kind of take that seriously. i don’t really think of that. i just… i can’t help it. after everything — especially after a lot that i do feel like is my fault — i just. i can’t help it. whether it’s good for me or not.

>you close your eyes as you press your forehead against the back of his neck.

at least it’s not as bad as it used to be. i hope you realize that it’s not, even though i don’t sound like i’ve changed much. it’s really not as bad, anymore. that’s partially thanks to you, i think.

>he tilts his head back to tap against yours, and you nuzzle the back of his head a little in return. he continues on talking and you open your eyes again. you’re not going to argue anymore. at least not too horribly much.

… okay. i still think that this is a good bit my fault, and i do partially blame myself for it, but okay.

beep-beep-fucking-meow:

thatsillyjohnkid:

Send me “♣”; I’ll randomly generate a number from 1-50 to see what our muses pick to do together from the bucket list!

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50. Cliff dive into the sea

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know any good cliffs to dive off of?

"It doesn’t seem so high you’ve jumped off of it, huh."  You note with a grin.  He follows you onto shore and god, the wind makes it feel so much colder.  When you suggest warm water, he says he knows a place, and you quirk a brow.  "Oh, yeah?"  You head back to Oz’s house, going through the unlock-relock process again.  The transportalizer is automatically set with the return coords, so you step on the pad right away, lest you drip too much.  On the other side, you look at John.  "Alright, lead the way."

>you shake your head.

it sure doesn’t.

>you grin back at him. the wind blowing makes you cold and you shiver as you step onto the shore. he suggests warm water and you tell him that you know somewhere, and he questions you about it. and you nod.

mhm, i sure do.

>you both head back to oz’s house and go to the transportalizer, the coordinates to return back home already being set in. you both step on the pad, cold water dripping off the both of you. once it returns you both back home, you step off and wait for him. then he tells you to lead the way.

alright.

>and so you begin to lead him to this hot spring not far from where you both were. you’d been there three or four times, and it was always so nice. two out of the three or four times, you’d be soaking wet like you were now, so you knew it was a good place to warm up and get in hot water and not get sick. so you lead him there, making it to the entrance of the hot springs place you were thinking of.

theprinceofirony:

thatsillyjohnkid:

thatsillyjohnkid:

Send me “♣”; I’ll randomly generate a number from 1-50 to see what our muses pick to do together from the bucket list!

22. Dye hair an unnatural colour

welp. looks like we gotta get our hair dyed together.

>you ruffle through the bag for the blues, and the purple you had in mind, if you were to do it, or if you were to mix it up within your hair. he blinks at the three choices you give him of blue and after a moment he says he’ll go with the turquoise. you ruffle through the bag more for turquoise, and luckily enough, you found it. you set it out, after finding it. then you grab the blue you were going with and purple and set those out.

might as well, heheh. go with a bang.

>he smiles to your little hair plan and his comment makes you chuckle.

yeah, cruella deville is not my style, pfft.

>you hold up the blue and purple.

which do you think i should go for, purple or mix throughout the hair?

Yep. Striders never do things half-assed. If I’m doing this, I’m going all the way. 

> You blink as the dumbest thought occurs to you and you smile.

I wonder how people will react. I don’t think I’ve known a Strider with blue hair before. I suppose people would think this is coming … out of the blue~

> Congratulations, you just won the Dumbest Pun Award. When he asks for your opinion, you turn to look at him more fully, examining him up and down, trying to picture how each would look overall.

… A mixture. Just purple might be a bit overwhelming. 

i know that, considering i live with one and have lived with one in the past. so might as well go with a bang.

>he smiles and you raise a brow. then he makes a pun, which has you laughing.

oh my god, you are a dork. a very punny dork.

>he look sat you, examining you up and down, and you’re guessing he’s trying to see which would fit your style more or picture what would look better. then he says you would look better with a mixture. you nod, somewhat agreeing. 

yeah, that’s true. i think it probably would, too. well, if i’m gonna go purple and blue, the mixture, i’m probably going to make it more pastel-like, or lighter or something.

"I love you, but I really wish I didn't."

beep-beep-fucking-meow:

thatsillyjohnkid:

… i know.

i’m sorry.

i’m not really sorry that you love me or that i’m pretty sure i feel the same way about you — although, the only reason i would say i wish i didn’t is because i’m hurting people — but i’m sorry you had to fall for someone like me. someone stupid and someone who doesn’t know how to talk and work things out first before doing things. sorry you love someone as stupid as i am.

"I don’t always understand why you need to see it.  Most of the time, though, I don’t understand why you can’t.”  You can’t quite shrug at the moment, so you just tilt your head a bit instead, then shake it.  “I can’t understand what would possess you to apologize to me, for any reason whatsoever, let alone loving you.”

it’s not that i need to see that people care about me or that i mean the world to them. i just don’t see why people would.

>you sigh and take your head off of his shoulder/your arm, in favour of pressing your forehead against his back/the back of his neck. you listen to him as he begins to talk on about how he couldn’t understand why you’d apologize to him, especially for loving you. 

i thought you would have known by now how hard i am on myself, how much i hate myself, how much i think most things are my fault. and most of the time, they are. so it shouldn’t be a surprise that i can’t see it. and it shouldn’t be a surprise that i feel the need to apologize for anything and everything, especially for something like that.