I have this one old photo of my grandmother in the 1940s when she was a little girl, walking down the street with her mother. She told me back then they had cameras on the street corners that took people’s pictures and you could go get your picture from somebody (or maybe it just printed?) if you wanted to. From what I understood it was like amusement park rides where you go pay for your photo, something like that. I’m trying to research the history and prevalence of this for writing, but Google is not giving me any relevant results.
SEE THE THING IS, he said, BIG GIRLS LEAVE MORE SPACE FOR ME TO GRAB AHOLD OF
i’m not your handlebars
SEE THE THING IS, she said, BIG GIRLS ARE BETTER THAN SKINNY ONES BECAUSE MEN DON’T LIKE BONES
other girls are not graveyards
SEE THE THING IS
a baby girl isn’t beautiful because somebody is gonna hold her
i mean we all wanna be loved but i want her to
a baby girl isn’t beautiful because a man’s fingertips can dig
bruises into her hips, she’s beautiful because
she just is
in nature we don’t say a flower is beautiful
when somebody wants to pick it
in fact we say that nature’s beauty is at the height of purity
when it would destroy you to even touch it
SEE THE THING IS
i would rather be an ocean of danger and deep black and
thick mermaid thighs rather than
a body you want to cruise across
i would rather be the night sky and crush ribs with a suffocating sense that we are all small and purposeless
rather than a landscape of freckles someone happens to think
are akin to constellations
i would rather be storms and lightning and a bright sun rising, i
would rather make you quake in your boots than get your heart
i would rather be beautiful like a cold spring stream:
not beautiful because you said so
but beautiful because
i am me.
it doesn’t matter how many “pretend to be dating” fics i read, i’m always fucking in it headfirst every time and i fall for that shit every time. i know the pattern i know the plot twists i know what’s gonna happen but every single fucking time i’m fucking on the edge of my seat wide-eyed whispering like “what’s gonna happen are they gonna fall in love” to myself like of course they are you fucking idiot this happens EVERY TIME but as soon as i see the description and it’s like “x person and x person pretend to do the dating” it’s eternal sunshine of the stupidest fucking mind over here
my sexuality is girls all the time and boys if they’re famous, almost offensively beautiful and completely unattainable so i can attach all my impossible ideals to them and never have to have anything to do with them irl
i think i already reblogged this but i don’t caaaare
I actually hang out on my underwear a lot.
My most popular post has received a lot of arguments lately, so I figured I’d respond to the most common points people bring up.
to get a general gist of Queen Jamillia’s and Oola’s screen time, here are the scripts for Attack of the Clones (Jamillia is in 359 word scene) and Return of the Jedi (Oola is in scenes that add up to 275 words)
We are old enough to know we deserve more.
So I’m reading The Dark Tower and it really bothers me that his name is Roland. It’s bothering me an irrational amount.
Started work on the first page to the beginning of our ongoing graphic novel. And we also thought of a name for our partnership/company/thing and...
There was a blackberry thorn in my thumb for days
In the beginning you would have fixed it
Firm grip, kind words, a knife tip almost too sharp to...
- nice things
Sun dried tomatoes
i intentionally tag space related things as #joshua because sure, why not throw spoilers out for the character yet never clarify them