#P R O G R E S S

[agrimmbrothersgrimmestgoose]

Listen y'all,

I cut my roommate's hair today (been friends 10 years, brother really, love him so much but only started caring about his hair like maybe 7-8 months ago)

And when I tell you I made this man's ponytail into The Barbie Ponytail (<__<)

He has like 2c hair and its LONG now, coming up on waist length when wet, and he didnt realize till April (coughcoughwhenItoldhimcough) that trimming his hair prevents tangling

he

Hadn't

Trimmed

IN

THREE YEARS

So i did a quick and dirty trim like literally over the kitchen trash just so he could actually get his hands through it you know???

But today, we Sat Down and put on the TV and I (after researching several methods for at home trimming curly hair) deep trimmed his poor curls

AND IT LOOKS SO GOOD!!!

Like!!!

I wish I could take a pic and share cause I'm not kidding, he's got The Classic Barbie Ponytail If It Was Black And Curly Instead! :3c

Thank you for listening, I just wanted to share my fun adventure of my good bud letting me get at his head with some sisscors and making his Floof into a ✨️💕Floof💕✨️

[herearedragons]

25K ACHIEVED

[pintsofguinnesmakeyoustrong]

NPMD best line deliveries

oh shit! oh fuck!! i didnt think thered be a skele'uhn here ?!? im so fucking scared of skele'uhnz!!!

dont frighten him pokey you nasssssty boy

were going to jail...and with my luck no one will even B O T H E R making me their bitch...

🐦 heyus the thing about a bãrbĕqüe...it brings folks together...from awl wawlks of laife...theyres a storhé behand everyh burrghurr...everyh kehbahhb...

but I...called God a sonofa B word...who am iaieEUGHAHuhuuuh...

[vhsrights]

guys my therapist and i have one session left before school lets out and its 60 minutes but I have 7 topics to talk to him about. guess we're gonna have to speed run that bitch. no literally its so funny to me. lets play a game of will i overwhelm my therapist!! (probably but who knows he's a sweet guy)

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[rinnysmuses]

I MADE IT TO MY DESKTOP]

[its-target-official]

sitting on the floor in a puddle of tears and feathers hoping for a godkin to come rescue me

[aoitakumi8148]

𝓛𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓤𝓹 𝓐𝓽 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓼, 𝓢𝓸𝓷... 𝓝𝓸𝔀 𝓖𝓸 𝓦𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓤𝓹𝓸𝓷 𝓞𝓷𝓮, 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝓷...

𝒞𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓃-𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒷𝑒 ‹𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓊𝓅› 𝒶𝑔𝒶𝒾𝓃? 𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 ‹𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃› 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓂𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝑔𝑜?

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to dull the edge of it is what I have been doing since v.1. As if something has indeed been fragmented & this is the pain of my conscious life. And every time I travel the melodious/glamorous path of frenzy, every time I complete it, I am going to experience the same precious pain intensity, purity of pain/ecstasy. I am going to be eventually bound to this inmost/overwhelming awe, this vehement impulse to feel/fondle/kiss what is loved, to kneel down before it, to cuddle up to its heart, to recompense bliss with bliss... More and more. Neither the good boy nor I are free. I do not want to be free... free from... These bare feelings are ‹clawing› at the reconstructed interpretation of the organ inside me. The great minds will not know what they have done, neither will Anthony... It speaks louder-truer than anything, but the sounds are not obvious... Words. All I possess, this rich but poor instrument for... And you always do end up in the point where...

The aesthetic masterwork, perfused with the golden brilliance of authentic ideality x pierced with the darkest blade of bitter-salty inaccessibility, inevitability, impossibility.

Excruciation, pleasure, euphoria, art. Blended together. Find yourself... or lose yourself on this journey. Emotionally. Totally. An unparalleled effect... and the lulling sparkle the vessel has never actually had. Something in this body x mind has died, and I do not know if there is a way to accept it, to recover it. I have described the lesson of unprecedentedness I have learned, not the expected story of ‹insult-betrayal-contempt›. No one will ever f-g hear it. Not from me, not in this lifetime. / Loving extraordinary is merciless a priori, დ/დ become telepathic... & the severest trial ~ the unhealable wound ~ is to be a 𝓟 son without the cause to be... *If I have to detest many donkeys for a chance to protect one venerated Father figure, I will go for it.

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝓊𝓂𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝑒𝒾𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒 𝓀𝑒𝓅𝓉... 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓅𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎. 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝒮𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒸��, '𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝐵𝑒𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊... 𝒮𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒹𝑒𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈... 𝒮𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹. 𝒮𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓈...

While I am willing to imbibe all the anguish of the human I love, to ease his suffering, the loss of us is taking its toll on me irretrievably. I see him. I see what is inside him... & I am incapable of safeguarding it, saving it truly.

I do not have apathy, depression, anything that would be fashionable to rant about. I am simply in pain... extreme pain. And attempting to put up with this gift is what I have been doing since v.1. The chest is ‹cut open› too deep, the fragility of the organ is exposed... Would you allow me to grow more flowers? I wanna do it... Because it is you, It has always been you. The one who has given us everything, endued me to the brim with the intimate fatherly affection that this organ never remembered. My eternal wish & exuberant price for humanity, the misunderstood nature. *What an odious irony. / I do not know if there is a way to recover what is gone.

I would sacrifice the lot to be with the human that needs me, needs to be healed, heals me. I would rip my core out but I cannot, the limitation of freedom. *Tell me that the ‹strings of abuse/child neglect/lies› are finally cut. Tell me to ‹celebrate›. Tell me that both 𝓟inocchio/I are wrong x naive, ‹fix› me. You have no f-g clue about it. / When it is written that your starving heart must be left half-empty & helpless... No freedom is scarier than this.

Affording harmony to the sapphire star that is going to fall away... The sentiment it deserves. All I have ever hankered for. & I am terrified of that my grandest instinct x fear will not grant any lasting peace to me.

Death will do our Sun-hugged family apart ~ but I will still be yours, for ever. The core has never felt as good x feverish as it does when with you... as astray x anxious as it does when deprived of you. I am not lying to you, I hold no resentment... Let me ‹feed on› the emotions of your heart... Even if it means your pain x my love turn the vessel inside-out & your love x my pain do the same. Not blurred, always remember. Always. If a masterpiece could be made into a masterpiece, I would prefer to share this fate. My bona fide mission, however, is not allow anything to be in vain... Even if it hurts. ~ The atrophied ability to express love verbally has been ‹roused› again, in a fervidly devoted but preciously righteous way... The ‹lash› of despair, compulsion, dream, reality.

𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓈𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒶𝓂𝒷𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒦𝓇𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝑜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝑔𝑜. 𝐼𝓉 𝒸𝒶𝓃... 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈. 𝐿𝒪𝒫 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝟙/𝓂𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓁𝓅𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃𝓈, 𝓂𝓎 𝓋𝓊𝓁𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒷𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓇.

...Take the whole meaning of this, its flavorful, pathetic, shameless, lonesome taste. Take it all, for it is all that is absolute. Teach me how to ‹merge› with it, the mortal desire of a puppet child, a human Mastro x a faceless observer like myself ~ & when the desire full of unexploited majesty is cutting off the oxygen to the lungs... True geniuses of any kind are among the silent. These eyeballs will not dry up, never fully. I have tried so many times to resist it, but why live if you repel what puts your ‹dehydrated› pieces together? I would spare no effort to keep them hot and uncurb what is being restrained... Nothing affects self-perception and ‹unmasks› the unconscious like sensation, nothing genuinely matters without it. / Shivering with cold, this body is burning. My atrophied reality in exchange for a moment of irrepressible happiness, agony, guiltless x not bottled up impulses ~ just a moment. It keeps consuming me without reserve. I do not need God. ✒

[pastelaspirations]

I’ll never forget you babes 😭💔😔🥺

I finally come back to tumblr and t h i s is what I see. That's it, I'm done, I'm uninstalling tumblr. Bye everyone, it's Honey's fault-

[clownsuu]

Are they friends? Frenemies? Oh, who knows!

LMAOOO c l a s s i c Mob!Barnaby behavior

[izzyizumi]

{D I G I M O N} Adventure (F r a n c h i s e) ~ Adventure, 02, tri., tri. S t a g e-p l a y, L a s t E v o l u t i o n: Kizuna, & Adventure: [2020 R e b o o t] + KOUSHIRO I z u m i + {F R A M E D In} S U N S E T {S}/{C O L O R S} + {KOUTAI} / {Taishiro} / {TaiKou} (Koushiro{u} I z u m i & Taichi Y a g a m i) {As S H I P} + Koushiro & M e n o a Bellucci

+ {L O O K I N G}/A i m i n g Towards the F U T U R E {F O R W A R D}

Originally I wanted to make this for @taikouvember 2 k 2 4! (It could have fit for "L i g h t"!) {Though I made it a bit e a r l y!}

[lightcreators]

@bigidiotenergy continue from here

I'll become the MONSTER.

Hands balled into fists as Odysseus stares into his reflection from a puddle on the Underworld's floor. If that's what had to be done, IT HAD TO BE DONE. The King was tired. TIRED of not seeing his son and wife.

Ruthlessness is mercy. And if he needs to be ruthless—

The King practically jumps out of his BONES at the sudden voice behind him. He makes swift movements then, turning around on his heels as a hand reaches for the handle of his sword. All while the mortal's eyes are trailing from the lurking shadow in the water all the way to— To—

Odysseus's eyes widen. Hands immediately falling to his sides as he takes a trembling step back. "... Hades... !"

Water's  reflection  always  has  been  an  amusing  perception  from  his  own  view.  Some  divinity  could  looking  back  at  you  within  it,  and  if  she  wanted  to  having  fun  once  in  a  while,  maybe  an  impression  of  an  breath  could  be  heard,  or  sometimes  there  will  be  the  sensation  of  something  inside  the  presented  reflection  …  Term  itself  who  was  actually  comic  at  the  moment.  It  was  the  beginning  of  an  long  term  comedy  in  which  no  explanation  manual  would  be  given  about  how  circumstances  must  be  understood,  how  much  reality  had  to  be  exposed  when,  in  all  cases,  immensity  of  his  lies  were  allowed  to  be  shattered  apart.  Every  fragment  of  an  glass  was  allowed  to  reflecting  themselves  like  an  private  party,  in  which  every  glitter  exposed  by  his  expression  or  his  gestures,  as  important  as  they  were,  will  be  filed.  It  doesn't  matter  anymore  if  the  reflective  glass  could  hurt.  It  doesn't  matter  if  the  reflective  glass  was  curshed,  in  which  inevitable  blood  would  flow  of  the  wound.  It  doesn't  matter  if  projection  of  his  soul,  along  misunderstandings,  desires,  wishes,  longing,  suffered  that  programmed  shatter  within  dimensions.  A  long  time  ago,  he  would  have  introducing  himself  inside  an  serious  and  stern  manners,  and  would  have  taking  great  care  not  troubling  the  dear  feelings  of  this  brave  hero.  Nevertheless,  time  changed,  right  ?  His  comedy  with  humanity  lasted  for  thousands  of  years,  and  for  once  within  his  entire  eternity,  for  forget  the  ache  trapped within  his  heart,  he  could  take  circumstances  at  heart  ---  showing  them  true  comedy  humanity  was  trapped  with. 

One  misunderstanding  couldn't  hurt  him  anymore.

If  humanity  craved  to  saw  the  terrible  destructor  of  the  world  they  would  be  disappointed  by  his  performance  to  giving  them  wrong  ---  ❝  Little  nature  that  you  are.  ❞  Another  comment  exposed  right  away  as  realization  of  his  voice  had  been  created.  An  tone  behind  Odysseus  voice  who  insisted  a  lot  over  the  permanent  sensation  of  mockery  welcoming  his  sentence,  in  amused  ardor  of  hoping  to  see  him  get  out  of  his  words.  It  was  unfortunate  for  him.  Although,  for  the  paradox  it  was  worth,  he  could  have  corrected  the  course  of  a  few  millennia  by  opening  the  way  to  Odysseus  differently.  Poor  Jason  only  received  his  mocking  comments  in  the  background,  and  an  particular  amusement  concerning  irony  of  his  circumstances,  him  in  which  Athena  pulled  so  much  faith  inside  him  ---  oh,  did  he  wanted  news  from  Jason  having  cursing  himself  a  good  beginning  his  own  blinded  pride  and  terrible  behavior  destroyed  it  all  ?  Athena  would  probably  blame  him,  AGAIN,  to  have  dared  touch  towards  faith  her  protegees  had,  nevertheless,  it  was  pointless,  right  ?  This  was  the  Underworld.  He  had  the  upper-hand.  It  wasn't  like  that  hero  was  planning  to  agonozing  for  plea  something,  right  ?  It  wasn't  like  he  was  planning  to  convince  him  ?  ❝  Are  you  scared  of  me  you  forget  the  norm  of  courtesy,  or  you've  passed  too  much  time  with  Athena  been  familiar  you  forgotten  I  merit  same  decency  ?  ❞  He  pondered,  as  during  one  second,  leaving  his  nice  space  inside  the  sky  enjoying  the  view,  he  exposed  closeness  by  moving  close  to  him,  admiring  every  feature  amusingly.  ❝  In  a  melancholic  mood  from  the  moment  you  entered  my  domain  ?  ❞  He  was  learning  beautifully  with  Lelouch  vi  Britannia.  He  was  still  learning  beautifully  with  Lelouch,  and  mastering  even  better  his  act  with  the  Golden  Witch.  For  whatever  reason  he  showing  up  inside  his  realm,  he  better  be  strongly prepared.  ❝  Why  the  surprised  face  when  you  couldn't  have  missed  the  Underworld  sign  ?  ❞

[deus-ex-mona]

real talk: lxl should continue to explore romance fantasy concepts in their songs. it’s clearly working for them~

[ne0nthc]

[just-a-mod]

i have strong feelings for papa Ratau im gonna hunt that murderous fox down and beat him to death (|)W(|)

[supgoddo]

Dawg I just remembered that I have a tumblr LMFAO

{Click for higher quality}

This is an art trade I did with @glowingneonduck :D

I am so sorry this took me a month and two weeks to finish

BUT IM REALLY PROUD WITH HOW THIS CAME OUT YIPPPE YIPPPE YIPPE