#downpoint

[prjctdiva]

im going to watch barbie again with a friend tomorrow. remembered that I have a somewhat coherent pink lolita coord. stay tuned

[rosie-with-knives]

It feels wrong to reblog someone else’s trauma dump post but I saw something complaining about Facebook memories bc hello sudden reminder of traumatic memories! And what a whole ass mood

Also March is coming up again so wish me luck

[bellysoupset]

Is it okay if I use 🍁 as my anon emoji? If not then 🦊?

But my request is could you do a story about Vince and Max taking a class on an overnight field trip somewhere and both begrudgingly have to share a room. But of course one of them (I don’t mind who) gets a really upset tummy and the other has to be the reluctant carer while also having to deal with kids who are constantly knocking on their door, complaining or asking for things as young kids do. And then, the next day it’s a painstakingly long, bumpy bus ride home.

-🍁/🦊

-🦊 anon and ☂️ anon requested Max with a tummy ache opening up to others.

I'm sorry it took me so long!!

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Vince zipped up his jacket and turned around as he looked over the teenagers, all brimming with anxiety over the trip. 

It was a tradition of Doverport’s High to grant senior students a more expensive field trip than usual. Usually all excursions had to fall under the guise of education, with a teacher drafting up a whole proposal signaling why it was important for the students to experience it and how it would benefit their curriculum. 

The seniors trip, though, was exclusively for socialization. The fancy word they used for fun. 

Sophia had been talking about the trip nonstop for weeks now, she had even gone on a shopping trip to get a new swimsuit — one Ma had promptly forbidden her from wearing — and had nearly exploded with happiness when Wendy had gifted her with a fancy toiletry bag with three hundred little pockets that Vince thought was a monstrosity. 

He’d never understand women.

Vin could easily spot his sister in the crowd of excited faces, as they showed Daniels their parent permits. She was in the far back, talking with a much shorter black girl and they were giggling and whispering. Sophia was as tall as the boys in her grade and she attracted quite a bit of attention, so Vince was under sworn duty to watch out for her. 

He hadn’t even wanted to be a part of the trip, unlike Max who had been hand picked by the seniors. Vince had only volunteered as a replacement to Ms. Lobdell after much begging from his mother, only for the literature teacher to injure herself a month ago and end up with a cast leg.

“Hi, Mr. Daniels,” Vince cringed as he heard his sister’s sugary voice, a tell tale of her flirting. This was more awkward than Sophia hitting on Luke. 

“Hi, Sophia,” Max answered without missing a beat, not indulging her in the least, “Hi, Charlie. Permits?”

“I don’t really need papers, mom sent him to follow me around,” Sophia complained glaring in Vin’s direction, but handed Daniels a folded paper. 

Max snorted, “I’ll make sure Mr. Monacelli has enough on his plate he’s not following you around,” he patted the metal of the bus, “go on to your seats, shoo.”

Vince scoffed as he noticed Sophia was red up to her ears as she walked past Max and entered the bus, right in front of him, “comportati, Soph,” he told her to behave herself and she responded by folding her arm in a bras d’honneur, which went over her American friend’s head but meant a loud fuck you to Vin.

“Ready for the trip, Mr. Mo?” Max asked cheekily, as he finished up retrieving the permits and slammed the pile of papers against Vin’s chest, “I’m sure it’ll be great.” 

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Senior trips were a dying tradition around the US, but the few schools that still did it normally took their students to Disney World or New York City… Not Doveport. They were mainly a harbor town, made of blue collared workers and glamor wasn’t in their alphabet. 

This year, the trip was to Canada, to a resort that had offered them some incredible rates since it was off season. The only downpoint was that the trip there was nearly five hours long. 

Vince didn’t mind long bus trips, had gotten used to them when in the football team, but he did mind not having anyone to talk to. The teens were noisy, but mostly enthralled with themselves and so excited that no one was causing much trouble. Daniels, on the other hand, had curled up on his seat up the front and gone quiet. 

Vin glanced at his watch. One hour down.

“Are you gonna keep pacing?” Sophia whined, when Vince walked the bus hallway for the fourth time and caused the boys who were chatting her up to sink back to their seats. 

Vince rolled his eyes, “just doing my job.”

“You’re a history teacher, not a hallway monitor,” Sophia spat back without hesitating, “you’re making everyone nervous by walking around like a prison guard.”

He didn’t buy that, but once he glanced over his shoulder, there were more than a couple pairs of eyes glued to his back, probably wondering if he was giving Sophia a hard time and if they were next. Vince sighed. 

“Fine, fine, fine, I’m going back to my seat,” he relented, walking back up to the front. Daniels stirred slightly when Vince sat next to him, grimacing and scratching his prickly cheek.

“Did little miss Monacelli chew you out?” he asked, his voice rough as if he had been sleeping. Vince didn’t know how he could even fall asleep with so much noise. 

“Doesn’t she always?” Vin teased lightly, stretching his legs as much as the cramped seats allowed him. From the corner of his eye he could see Max was still frowning, so Vince squirmed on his seat, retrieving his phone from his back pocket and throwing the other man a quick glance, “you okay?”

“Yeah,” Max nodded, “just tired, that’s all. You got them handled?” 

Vince shrugged, glancing over his shoulder, “they’re all behaving, it’s not as if they’re children. You can take a nap if you want.” 

“Thanks,” the blonde curled up against the window once more, shivering violently and rubbing his hands as if to warm them up.

Not thirty minutes later, Vince snapped out of his New Girl rewatch, because Daniels had just…Kicked him? 

Vin frowned, looking over his shoulder — All of the teens were busy, chatting amongst themselves, napping or listening to music — then back at the blonde. If Vince didn’t know better he’d think it had been on purpose, but no… Max was pressed up against the window and he had an arm curled around his stomach, when yet another twitch hit him and he involuntarily kicked. 

Vin snorted, sliding down his seat and getting comfortable. He was bored, but texting Wendy or his friends was out of question, they were all at their jobs right now. 

An hour later he muffled a yawn of his own, getting up to stretch and looking ahead. Now most of the kids were knocked out and the bus was much quieter. Outside, the sun was setting and the wind had picked up, howling. 

He did another round in the hallway, just to keep his leg from falling asleep and snorted as he passed by his sister’s seat. The teenager was curled up on her friend, snoring softly, long legs folded like an origami project. 

Vince’s stomach rumbled with hunger. There were two more hours to go in their trip, but once they arrived and finished check-in, they had a free pass to the hotel’s restaurant and he couldn’t wait. 

He sat back down and rubbed his stomach to stop the growling, only to realize Max was shivering.

Vin frowned, turning off the mini A/C unit that stayed over their heads. Daniels looked much more friendly when he was passed out, face smooth, no snark. 

“Daniels?” Vince whispered, shaking his arm slightly, “you’re ok?” 

“Uhhhm,” Max groaned, forcing his eyes open, looking out of it. It wasn’t a nap, the man had fallen into slumber. 

“Are you alright?” Vince repeated himself, a little louder.

For a moment it looked like Max was going to bite his head off for waking him up to ask such a question, but then the other man groaned again and shook his head, “I’m fff-fucking fee-freezing,” he said, his teeth chattering. 

Vince raised his eyebrows. The temperature had dropped considerably since the sun set and they were about to cross the Canadian border, but the bus was packed with people and fairly warm. 

“Here,” he said without thinking, digging through his backpack and handing a hoodie to the other guy. Even with the beard covering most of his cheeks, Vince could see the man turning red. 

“I don’t-”

“Don’t be stupid, you’re cold, I’m not using it,” Vince shrugged, “but it’s not that cold…” he reached in without thinking, but before he could feel Max’s forehead, the man slapped his hand away sharply, glaring at him.

“Don’t do that.”

Vince scoffed, turning on his seat in an offended manner. The other man was still a puzzle for him: adored by all teenagers, hated by other teachers. An asshole and ex-bully, but at the same time willingly driving Vince back home when he found the man plastered at 3 AM.

And then there was that haunted look on Max’s face, that Vince had seen the other night with Lucas. That horrible, terrible yearning, which Vince could easily place alongside Max’s cavernous one bedroom house, the fact he never saw the guy hanging out with anyone, never texting a soul… 

When they did park outside the resort, two hours later, the teenagers were quickly shaking off the sleep, their voices getting higher and higher. 

“I want- I want-” Vince pinched his nose bridge as loud piercing laughter interrupted him two times in a row. Daniels was watching the crowd with a pacific smile, happy to let Vince deal with it. 

“I WANT TWO QUEUES,” Vince said loudly, startling the teens and cringing, “GIRLS WITH MR. DANIELS, BOYS WITH ME.”

There was a minute of silence, then hurried steps as they organized themselves. Vince grimaced as he felt a thump to his back and Max whispered, “good job, Mr. Moron, you scared the ducklings,” stepping ahead to shepherd his group of teenage girls. 

It was a minor chaos to sort through all the room keys and get everyone checked-in, but around one hour and a half later Vince finally made it to the bedroom he would be sharing with Daniels. His stomach was hurting with hunger and he was starting to get considerably cranky. 

Max’s bags were on his bed already, claiming it, but he wasn’t in the room. Irrationally, Vince felt a wave of annoyance at the fact the man was probably down in the restaurant having dinner, not that this was Max’s fault at all. 

However, when he made it to the cafeteria… The other teacher was nowhere to be found. Their students were already spreading around, playing as adults and getting together in little cliques. Sophia lit up as Vince walked in the room, something she rarely did and Vince raised his eyebrows as the girl waved for him to join her table. 

He grabbed a bottle of juice as well as his full plate and walked over, sitting on the booth and squeezed between a pack of girls who were all blushing. 

“Yeah?” 

“This place is great, Vin,” Sophia told him, “I never wanna leave.”

Vince snorted, starting to eat. Before him, one of the girls started to rave about the hotel having an indoor heated pool. Vince’s stomach clenched with worry as a million little accidents flashed in front of his eyes. 

“You girls are going to behave, won’t you?” he asked seriously, “act like adults.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Soph dismissed him easily, grinning mischievously with her friends, “do you know if Mr. Daniels is single? We never see him with anyone.We should invite him to swim-”

“I don’t know and even if I did it wouldn’t matter,” Vince glared at them, “you’re all underage, this is simply embarrassing.”

“I’m eighteen!” Sophia cried out, as Vince stood up, taking his food, “c’mon, don’t be such a prude!” 

Vince scoffed, “wait until babbo hears about this, Sophia Maria,” he told her viciously, causing his younger sister to glare at him, her light eyes squinting.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me,” he glared back, “focus on the boys your age, or better yet, don’t focus on any boy. Focus on college.”

“Thank you Mr. Hypocrisy,” Sophia pouted, “you were dating in high school!”

Vince sighed, “and it led nowhere,” he pointed out gently, “I just want you girls to be careful and-” he snapped his mouth shut as Soph yawned at his words, exaggerating it and causing her friends to giggle. Vince rolled his eyes, “leave Mr. Daniels alone, this isn’t cute, he’s working.” 

“Are you dating, Mr. Monacelli?” one of the girls called sweetly as Vince started to walk away, only for Vin to hear as Sophia said sharply “EWw Rita, that’s my brother!”

Deciding he’d have better luck eating by himself, Vince found a secluded corner of the restaurant and all but inhaled his food. He hung around as the kids finished up their meals, then ushered them to bed, despite knowing they were allowed to enjoy the hotel facilities. For the next three days, they were allowed nearly everything. 

His sister had long disappeared, much to his worry, and Vince was still scoffing to himself as he made his way back to the room. Vince’s anger vanished with a puff as he noticed the bedroom was untouched. Max’s bag was still on the bed, but no sign of the man. 

“...Daniels?” Vince kicked the door shut, walking further in and noticing the bathroom door closed, “Daniels, you in there…?”

A beat of silence, and then a groan and Vince raised his eyebrows, walking closer to the door, “man, are you alright?” 

“G’away…” Max slurred, his words sticking together, “m’fine.”

“Uhum, you don’t sound so good… ” Vince picked at his nails, glaring at the knob, “did you have dinner at all? Restaurant is closing, but I can get you a plate if you di-” a retch answered him, a muffled little oh-god before the sound of liquid hitting liquid.

Vince cringed, clearly realizing the other guy was sick. He tried the knob and realized the door wasn’t locked, even if the request for privacy couldn’t be more clear as Max let out a loud groan from the floor and tried to kick him. 

“Gooooaway-”

“Shit, Daniels,” Vince crouched down, taking the other guy in. Max had pulled his hair into a manbun, but some strands had already escaped and they were sticking to his clammy face. He was the color of spoiled milk, white with a green undertone, and there was a dark wet spot in the front of Vince’s borrowed hoodie, a clear tell he hadn’t made it to the bathroom in time, “why didn’t you say anything? I could’ve handled the students-”

“Itssssfine,” his honey colored eyes were dazed with fever, “they’re not hard to…To handle…” He turned his face towards the toilet once more, groaning as another wave of nausea hit him, cheeks puffing as he blew out a belch towards the water. 

“Were you already sick when we left?” Vince didn’t know what to do with himself. If this was any of his friends, he’d be all over them. Rubbing their back, holding back the strands of hair, getting them water, checking their fever… But this was Daniels, who clearly didn’t want him there.

“No,” Max pressed his overheated forehead to the cool porcelain, “just a stomach- Stomachache…” he gulped down nervously, “but I- I get those all the time, so…” 

Vince sighed in sympathy. It must be terrible to be sick so often that Max couldn’t recognize when he was coming down with something or not. 

“Okay,” Vin decided, stripping himself of any grudge he might hold towards the guy. He just couldn’t be mean when Max was looking so pathetic, “are you done? Let’s get you into bed.”

The blonde shook his head, leaning forward and panting over the toilet, “not done…” 

They sat there for another minute, the sick man’s breath picking up and then calming down just as Vince thought he was about to puke. He hung his head in shame, “you don’t have to stay, I’m gonna get you sick… Again.”

“I have nothing to do,” Vince shrugged, sitting against the small hotel cabinet and playing Candy Crush on his phone, “my girlfriend is probably at class right now, so I can’t even call her…” 

Max turned his head to face him, pained lines around his eyes and his lips a grayish shade, wrapping an arm around his stomach, “your girlfriend with the cute bob?” he gestured to his hair and Vince snorted, nodding. 

“Yep.” 

He raised a judgmental eyebrow, “Oh no, please don’t say she’s a high schooler…?”

Vince frowned, “Do you always assume the worst in people? Do I look like the type to date a high schooler, when I’m about to turn twenty five?”

“Yes,” Max groaned, gagging and spitting. He let out a whimper as a cramp hit him, squeezing his eyes and waiting for it to pass, “fuck my entire life…” 

“See, that’s karma,” Vince teased him, leaning back, “I’m not an asshole, you know? Or a criminal. Wendy’s older than me,” he rolled his eyes, “she’s a doctor.”

“But you said she’s in class,” Max pointed out and when Vince only stared at him, he pouted, “humor me? My gut’s killing me, I don’t wanna think about it.”

Vince let out a huff at that, but indulged the guy, “she takes Interior Design classes on thursday nights, she likes to keep busy,” he explained, “I don’t understand why you think I’m such an asshole, you’re the one who were a fucking bully, not me.”

“You look like an asshole,” Max pressed on his stomach, closing the toilet lid and letting out a groan, “and you acted like a homophobic moron the other day, when I said your boyfriend was there.”

This elicited a startled chuckle from Vince, making him throw his head back with such force it hit the cabinet and made him wince, “shit, ow-” he was still giggling and rubbing his head as he said, “I’m not homophobic, I’m bi! You’re ridiculous!” 

“Ah,” was Max's despondent answer, as he leaned back and rubbed his chest in an uneasy manner, “but you were an asshole for no reason…”

“I thought you were being t-” Vince interrupted himself, cringing. It was not his place to out Wendy, “homophobic. You know, the new teacher is gay haha so funny,” he rolled his eyes, feeling very proud of himself for the save. 

“Now I feel queasy, disgusting and stupid, thanks,” Max said sourly, wrapping both arms around his stomach and making Vince snort all over again. 

“You’re welcome,” he got up from his spot, filling up a glass of water for the guy and then offering him a hand to get up from the floor, “you should be in bed, you’re burning a fever there…” 

“Anyone ever tell-” Max swayed on his spot as Vince pulled him up, bracing against the sink, “ever tell you that you’re such a mother?” 

“Not really,” Vince patted the guy’s back with a little too much force, “I’m the chill one of my friend group.”

Max scoffed, leaning over the sink with a wet belch and spitting some frothy saliva “uhmmm… Don’t- Don’t believe you…” 

[ph-cutie]

My damage is that I do suuuch cute eyeliner on myself but every time I try to take a photo it's covered by my fat luscious downpointed cow calf eyelashws

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

your interpretation of Stan Marsh is chef’s kiss 👌 couldn’t agree more. luv it

THANK YOU THATS MY BOYYYYYYY!!!!

That honestly means so much to see you say that, because it’s extremely important to me that my interpretations of the boys makes them feel like real people. Stan in particular; I like to write him as this sweet charming simp loser animal loving music enthusiast dork, conventionally attractive gentle giant type, but it’s essential that he has his difficulties and downpoints. He’s sensitive and gets carried away, struggles with his self worth and mental health, can let himself get dragged down.

The wholesome boy next door with his struggles, but he tries <3

[fkahersweetness]

really enjoying sp2 so much but the downpoints are obvs: playing as MJ is so lame, like why is this even here............. you go from swinging through the city, almost invincible, to bumbling around in the dark with a taser

[the-border-outpost]

Finn and Khalon! Not shown with their cloaks. Khalon likes wearing an indigo cloak, long and silken and flowing. Finn tends to wear a dark blue cloak. Finn is a Brute type, large and powerful, but sweet. Khalon is somewhere between Speedy and Average, from Vherra's lineage. He displays the iconic downpointed cheek horns common in Vherra's lineage. Khalon has a huge crush on Finn, but doesn't quite realize it and Finn is... Finn, and completely oblivious. He quite likes Khalon, though! But like Khalon, he is rather clueless to feelings. Warbred are raised as soldiers, after all... These two often work together. Finn is the dumb muscle (Who is a total history nerd and loves to explore) and Khalon is quick and attentive.

[koriand3r]

random nonsensical thoughts regarding shiv or tom i wanted to write down before s4 - its all really just long rambling that need not be read (pt 1)

The only headcanon i've really had for succession, is that tom and shiv got together approximately 3 years before the start of the series. It seems like a reasonable amount of time considering shiv's surprise that tom wasn't at the previous years’ recny and they may have not been as serious for the year before that. But more importantly we know that shiv was “a total mess when we hooked up and i needed you so much i was in a very bad way and we've got the business angle that works we're good on that we have a plan” and i’ve just kept thinking on what that situation was like and what could've caused it. I know Jesse and the cast didn't have anything specific in mind when they wrote that, but I really do think it could have been from the fallout of kendall’s whole rehab incident. (Also three years ago is when she started working for joyce but i'll get to that later)

I just think about the combination of emotions she must have had at that time... Her older brother having serious dangerous drug issues brought up VERY publicly, but also her relationship with Kendall being VERY complex. She loves him, She hates him, She's better than him, She wants to be him. cue parkinglotbird's shiv brutus edit + "You lack killer instinct, you're wet, you're green, you're intellectually insecure, you're not emotionally strong enough, you have addiction issues" She has this all on her tongue and probably more at the ready only hours after Logan first pulled the rug out from under ken. She KNOWS she'd be better. You can kinda see it in her talk with logan in 2.01 the resentment of logan and telling him its better to sell her shares than have it be kendall again. Its never her. Its always Kendall. kendall kendall kendall why is logan still always choosing kendall? I bet you this reached peak clarity three years ago where I think shiv honestly thought she was it. Kendall is seemingly out of the picture: he's failed as the chosen one and is in rehab, Roman's screwing around in LA soon to quit, Connor is connor. Who. Else. Shiv is most like Logan. Shiv is a killer. Shiv's made it on her own she's made a name for herself apart from Waystar. She chose the party opposite to the one that her father has his claws in. She left on her own, gathered experience and connections and knowledge that Logan was lacking and is ready to finally be The One. But she is the prodigal son rejected. cue tomwambsgirl's post "shiv the only daughter who is functionally a prodigal son and the best heir but she’s a woman so this is worthless." Logan played her then or just ignored her "Yes. Yes OF COURSE I WOULD BE INTERESTED. If Its Real... Why did you never ask me huh? I would KILL it. I would fucking destroy it"

I think this was the "total mess" downpoint in Shiv's life and where Tom comes in. And I really think that "the plan" is truly the root/foundation of their relationship from the beginning. I don't mean that shiv instantly cooked up a plan for tom to be her minion on the inside. Tom's safe, he's goofy and sweet and makes her laugh, he's a bit of a sycophant, a bit of a snake, but she understands that thirst and ambition and she's comfortable with that and she can use that. but she really does love him. but love isn't a firm enough basis for a relationship. not to her. her parents, her older brothers all failed their relationships, they let it get all messy but they didn't have what we have. we have the plan.

"The plan" is never laid out in full detail. We only get bits and pieces. To me the plan has two faces. Unstructured, simple, and lofty enough to be unobtainable. The plan is Let's Rule The World Together. I'll Control This Half And You Get The Other. But its also something that they mold again and again strategizing in little steps evolving with the variables. I like to think that the plan could've started out as an inside joke or as something as simple as Lets Get You Out Of Here And Evade The Paparazzi and then the plan transmutates daily to Today At The Party We Talk To Logan To Get You In Charge Of Parks. I think the shape of the original plan they made together was shiv to take the job with Joyce, make her president, gain that control over waystar in the face of logan's rejection of her. Shiv you don't need to be in the company screw logan screw ken lets get tom in the company he can work his way up. We'll have both the white house AND waystar. that's the plan.

[bunnyreading]

When Mina's car breaks down on the edge of the forest, she has no choice but to try and find her way through. As darkness begins to fall, Mina is saved by a woman calling her into this house, as strange creatures begin to scream. They are safe in the house, so long as they let the creatures watch them, in the night.

It was a very strange novel with a slow building up of the horror - you don't actually see the creatures outside for the largest portion of the novel, their threat is known by what they leave behind. The withholding was especially clever - the novel was written very well, with small little details thrown in. The last part of the novel was especially chilling with these aspects. My own downpoint was I didn't enjoy the very end of it, I just thought it was a little bit overdramatic for the subtle story that had been going on.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

[toumikung]

มุมต่ำ! .. จุดที่ต่ำสุดของชีวิต ที่ทุกคนมีโอกาสประสบฯ .. เป็นได้ทั้ง "จุดจบ" และ "บทเรียน ที่ดี" 🤕 ❤️‍🩹 #มุมต่ำ #มุมอ้างอิงชีวิต #อยู่ที่เรียนรู้ #downpoint #toumikung #CaptTOU #VishnuHQ #VishnuEE #VishnuTM #VishnuCONS #VishnuConstructionUnited

[selenityshiroi]

No Story Spoiler TOTK Hype

I played just over 5 hours at midnight, which took me through the opening, the 'Great Plateau' area and a little more. Got to a good stopping point and took a nap.

Which I was awoken from by the arrival of both my physical copies of the game!

The Collectors Edition is SO MUCH BIGGER than I though it would be! I though the artbook would be a smaller book but it's a very nice size.

Anyway, the way they've presented the game's story is so different than BOTW and gives a much stronger narrative, whilst also maintaining a significant amount of freedom. Freedom based on checkmarks instead of how you do it. I was two years late to BOTW so I'm not sure how varied the first gameplays were. I'm sure everyone will have explored the first location differently.

The controls are a little janky right now, I will admit. But I finished my most recent playthrough of BOTW just 2 hours before starting TOTK. I died to not having a paraglider yet twice! And I miss my max stamina haha! The controls will become more natural with use (just like BOTW) and I'll eventually stop pressing the item menu to change abilities!

Performance has been smooth for me and the game looks very good. Mist occasionally rolled in on the starting area and I wasn't sure if it was weather effects or if it was a way to limit render distance and reduce load. If the latter it's a neat solution.

The game mechanics, though, are very VERY obviously 'can I copy your homework but change it a little?'

Although many game mechanics are presented differently in this new story they are identical to BOTW. Which isn't a surprise but the usage is so blatant they almost might have not changed them at all! But it's not really a downpoint. Just a bit...cringe?

Anyway, I can already tell that exploration in this game is going to be massively time consuming. And I doubt I'm going to make too much story progress over the next few days off work, even if I played almost constantly. But I'm going to enjoy this so much!

[alienish-weirdo]

Grabbed an almost empty carton of milk. What did I do? Drank it. The result? Expired fucking milk. Thank the gods it was only little and I immediately brushed my mouth with toothpaste.

I am at a downpoint in my life again where I just don't sniff the food I eat anymore and this happens. By the way, to anyone curious, it tasted like if rubber and mint were mixed together into a smooth liquid form with a touch of rotten calcium.

[oysterie]

Literally using fine points markers to take notes instead of ballpoint pens does wonders one i can see my notes clearly like its not too thin and two it takes nearly all the pressure of my wrist while writing. Downpoint is it bleeds through and i can only use one side of page :( alas equivalent exchange and all that innit

[rumahkegalauan]

Sebenernya pengen berhenti, pengen kabur, capek, sudah muak dengan semua ini. Tapi aku tak bisa. jangan kan berhenti, nyalahin mereka aja aku ga bisa. Aku ga bisa salahkan siapapun, karena ketika aku merunut semuanya, selalu berakhir pada satu orang yang bersalah untuk semua ini. Aku.

NN dikamarnya

[bellathought]

"If you're starting to feel sad or you're on your way to your down point, try your very best to find way on things that can make you feel alive and happy."

FOCUS ON THEM.

CRY IF STILL FEEL DOWN.

BUT REACH OUT ON THOSE THINGS.

OPEN YOURSELF UP.

LISTEN TO THEM.

SPEAK TO THEM.

Then, CALM DOWN.

*note: but remember to be considerate and not to be a burden to them (they are not responsible for your happiness; it just so happen that they are part of yours. YOU YOURSELF ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR HAPPINESS.)

(30/05/2020)

[lpreciousl]

seetsunaai

o__o *slowly raises hand*

“Why..? Opera, the vocals go off the charts! The sound can just pierce into your very soul..! Shake and quiver. Ballet is a story with your body.. Sensual.” Can rant for days.