SHUT YOUR MOUTH
LISTEN UP WHEN I TALK
I’M A SPOILED LITTLE BRAT
AND I GET WHAT I WANT
hmm… the boneful centipede @electrozeistyking
[Image ID: A drawing depicting catified designs of Uzi and N from Murder Drones. Uzi is drawn in purple lineart and has a long, ribbed lower body from which she hangs down. One leg is partially torn off, and a swirl of oil gushes from it. Her mouth is open in a wide, unhinged grin, with a jagged yellow and orange speech bubble above it. A yellow AbsoluteSolver symbol shows on her visor. Two tentacles emerge from her, one ending in red stitches over N’s mouth.
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I have a really hard time explaining how weird the Equestria Girls timeline is to people so I made this convenient and extremely abridged presentation to make things easier
sighh when all the songs i keep listening to are about romance and feeling heartbroken and not about being exploited by your boss and being exhausted.. sighhh....
“(Steel Wheels and Voodoo Lounge) were different from most Stones albums because both times on both albums we went to an island called Barbados. It could have been anywhere, but it happened to be Eddy Grant's place in Barbados on both counts.
We spent three months there. Mick and Keith were there first and then I joined them and we just played. So by the time we got into the recording studio, we could play something and you'd go, Oh, I remember that... I did this and that on it. You're already a third of a way to getting it together by doing that.”- Charlie Watts, 1994
shoutout to songs that are good but that you can’t listen to anymore because you feel physically sick being taken back in time to whenever you first discovered them
This was the first song I could remember with a color in the title dfghjkl
13.) One of your Favorite 80s Songs
Touch Me I'm Sick by Mudhoney
We gotta go with one of the early defining grunge songs that became such a thing to the local scene that it got parodied in Singles (also possibly one of the first grunge songs I heard)
21.) A Favorite Song with a Persons Name in the Title
AGNES BY GLASS ANIMALS
Pls excuse my excitement asdfghj Agnes is like one of my absolutely all time favorite songs and I am a Glass Animals girlie so I get excited when I get to mention Agnes asdfghj It's just so...everything about it. Just everything about it. It's so beautiful and haunting and the lyrics are so good and it's just so...literally i want to shake everyone who's mean about Glass Animals because they hate Heat Waves and be like have you HEARD Agnes??????? like literally I'm sorry I'm rambling I'm a spited Glass Animals girlie sdfghjkl but like Look. Look. How to be a Human Being is one of my all time favorite albums and Agnes is just such a beautiful song everyone listen to Agnes dfghjkl
None of that was coherent I just like I really love Agnes. It's such a touching, bittersweet, melancholy song
“You did not live in a house of horrors. I was raised to believe in hellfire; now that was bad!” Okay and impending global genocide of any culture that disagrees with your beliefs isn’t? Being raised mentally preparing to withstand torture at the hands of police in a “do it to Julia” situation isn’t? Being socially isolated from your peers on the grounds that they’re evil uneducated dumb worldly heathens controlled by Satan isn’t a bad thing? No. Those are all good things which every child should be taught in order to experience “the real life.”
The legitimate truth is that we are all in “the real life” right now and in “the real life,” the Governing Body is doing the very best they can to cover up the fact that they’re a cult by relaxing the cult’s rules in a futile attempt to prevent the prosecution in the numerous ONGOING child sexual abuse cases from handing their non-tight-pants-wearing asses to them. And the other legitimate truth is discovering this fact to be the legitimate truth while having to navigate a sea of lies and high school is extremely traumatizing, especially when you feel the need to take a hard stance against the cult to prevent others’ children — children like you — from befalling the same fate by dressing up as some miserable wretch who cooked and ate children, hoping the way you look and carry yourself and stare into the parents’ eyes will scare them away. And even more traumatizing is that your tactics worked; proving that you are just as bad and scary as your preexisting OCD made you out to be. Yes I did it to myself; but consider the reason why I felt so compelled to sacrifice the entirety of my mental health to sabotage you with what little tools I had. I wouldn’t have done it had I not had a very good reason, and my very good reason was that I was a child who loved children. You were trying to protect me and it was a sacrifice; but I was also trying to protect children. My endeavor is not — and was never — a selfish one. It is not that I don’t care about you; I only prioritize the class which is most oppressed, and you are not a part of it because you are adults. Your feelings, unfortunately, are expendable in my mission to end religious child labor. I will not support your corrupt religion to make you happy when I know what it’s done to others and to myself; it is wrong, and you are wrong for supporting it. I, as a paraprofessional, refuse to support a religion which hides the sexual abuse of children for its own gain. By law I am now a mandatory reporter; I must report child abuse when I see it under penalty of law. Therefore it stands to reason that I must report your cult from the top of every mountain for the entire inhabited earth to hear so they may not even take so much as one step in your direction. I am sorry if I seem like I hate you; if the fact that I reject your ideals of theological expectational fascism disturbs you so much, then maybe you need to re-evaluate your choices.
“Your actions affect others.” I know my actions affect others; I know how they affect others as well. You’re crushed and demoralized and suffering physically from all the emotional stress; I’ve likely dug you both early graves. I know what I’ve done and I can live with it — Not easily — but I am not defeated because I know I’m in the right, and have always been in the right. No. The real question is: Do you know how your actions are affecting others? In exquisite detail? Have you listened to the victims? Have you allowed yourself to hear both sides of the story with your human ears, not ones made of tin and thought-blocking strategies and “I had it worse than you” excuses? No? Then you’d better start because the key to healing yourself is to aid in the healing of others. We are all connected as one body; and I refuse to be a cancer cell. Sorry I’m aiding in your downfall but it’s got to happen at some point.