#imweird

[nihilism-0]

I just put on a pretty white dress for you, you can stain it with my blood if you want<3

🌼

There is nothing that looks better on a glass girl than a dress.

It would be easy to stab your heart and let the blood flow dye your dress, but I'm a little more complicated than that. I would make superficial wounds but painful enough to stain a brush,I would draw lines and drawings until I decorated your dress and turned it into a work made by me.

I'd make you wear it in front of everyone. You would look so beautiful...

[boa-hemian]

Me when my underground music taste is actually underground

[limitless-woman]

Hello Friends!

I'm not quite sure how to do this but I guess I will never learn if I don't even start.

You can call me Odessa. I've always been too weird for almost every person, family included. Mind you, I grew up in a small town where everyone pretends to be normal and anything outside of what "they" deem normal is BAD.

My mom taught me that when a person calls you weird, you say, "Thank you!" Until I reached high school, I was completely oblivious to the fact that I made people feel uncomfortable with my "weirdness". I was told that I am very confident, and the people who told me that always made it sound like a bad thing. Those people were sugar coating it, and I couldn't read between their lines. How was I supposed to know that the lines even existed?

When I moved to the city everything changed. I've found myself a loving long term boyfriend, I've gained family, and I finally have friends that I can be my weird self with, because they are just as, if not more weird than I am, and I love every second of it.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that every person craves the sense of belonging. I've never been able to mold myself into the "box" of normal, so I had to find another "box" to fit into.

I don't like to be apart of the normal people, I make a point of not being normal. The way I see it is if you are just going to reject me anyways, why should I try? I'll reject you first, sheeple!

I don't like the popular stuff, the music, the fashion, the activities, the tv shows, the movies. I hated Justin Bieber when he first came out, when the hype died down, and everyone was kind of over him, that's when I really realized his musical talent. It's like that for everything.

Yours weirdly,

Odessa

[smalls155]

Something on my Mind

I find it interesting that a lot of right leaning people say that all colleges and secondary education institutions do is spread left wing and liberal ideas. They tend to not say anything specific, however, I am currently a criminal justice undergraduate student and many of my professors never spread left wing ideas. They mostly start a conversation and let us, the class, discuss. Sometimes we’ll ask our teachers questions and they will answer with what the book says. Unless we specifically ask for their opinion, they don’t give it. 

Even with this said, out of the six professors I have for my criminal justice classes, 5 of them have done work within their area of expertise. This includes policing, law, and corrections. In fact my two policing teachers were police officers for many decades before teaching. 

I don’t know why this was on my mind right now, maybe because I am currently doing homework for said criminal justice classes. 

[nezh4a]

IM SOOO ANXIOUS over people thinking imweird and strabge that i cant sleep please please please save me

[darkrenegade69]

if theres one thing i learnd about being a troll its that imweird an gay

[yourelosingains]

I know this might mean literally nothing- 

But earlier 2-day i was re-watching the 004 teaser/trailer (Welcome to California) and when El said ‘’Day 185′’ i realised something. If you add 1+8+5 you end up with 14. And all of us Bylers know what 14 means....... and what is symbolises.

[sulkyswan]

Sensitive Oracle print on etsy.com / limited left. Oracle is sparkly grey.

[wyldwolfie]

Me, waking up in a sweat at 1am: slugs are just homeless snails 🐌

[christineneri16]

am I a bad person if I say , I don't want anyone or anything to make myself happy , or i don't need to seek help and not getting along with people just hurts less than getting along with them and like try to be someone else just to fit in or I need to visit a therapist 🥴

[nicosniners]

Do you ever see something out of your peripheral vision in black and white and you just scare the crap out of yourself? Cause same.

Me

[evieluv222]

acid stamp 2

[winter-soldier-vibes]

Insomniac

Insomniac

Bucky x reader

Word count 970

Warnings: self-hate, insomnia

Summary: You have insomnia, Bucky has nightmares. 

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Sleep. Something you loved more than (almost) anything, yet always so evasive. See, you liked being asleep so much because it was when you could finally escape yourself. You were the one person you spent the most intimate time with, and for you, that could be a dangerous thing

You had always had troubles with how you viewed yourself. From a very early age you knew you were very different from the people around you. Why? Because you turn into anything you want, living or inanimate. That was your superpower. Trying to hide from someone? Just turn into a chair. Even though it could be very convenient and get you out of some sticky situations, it left you feeling alone and isolated from other people. 

When Tony Stark came to your apartment one day, you were very scared at first, fully prepared to turn into a bear if you needed to, but he assured you that he just wanted to recruit you to the team. You were reluctant to begin with, but then you agreed. Maybe being around other superhumans would help you feel less weird. And to some degree, it did.

You didn’t feel so painfully alone now. You were shy at first, but you slowly began to warm up to the team and bonded with them quickly soon after. You became especially close with Bucky Barnes, ironically bonding over how alone and out of place you both felt. And your friendship became something more in a matter of weeks.

The two of you slept in separate rooms, but often one of you would go to the other in the middle of the night and end up spending the rest of the night together. Neither of you liked being alone. You didn’t mind helping Bucky whenever he would have a nightmare, and you just liked being in the company of another living person who didn’t run away from you. 

But the thing that didn’t change was the hatred that you harbored for yourself. The criticism you had for yourself. And how these thoughts often kept you up most nights. It was helpful when you were helping Bucky. He didn’t wake you because you were already awake. But it would often affect your concentration, and you were always exhausted, but never quite tired. Almost as if your eyes were stapled open.

You would spend most nights staring at the ceiling, thoughts running rampage through your mind:

What’s the matter with you?

Why can’t you just be glad you finally have someone?

Why can’t I just sleep?

I just want to get away from my mind for a little while

God, why can’t I just be normal…

You’re such a fuck up.

You’re always going to be this way

Always such a -

Bucky sat straight up, panting right next to you in bed. You immediately go to talk him down, whispering reassurances to him while reminding him of where he was. After he had calmed down a little, he said “I- I’m sorry. For waking you.”

Without thinking, you said “You didn’t wake me, Bucky.”

He looked down at you with your head on his shoulder. “What do you mean doll? It's…” he looked at his phone, “4 in the morning. Why are you awake?”

Realizing what you had just said, you immediately try to cover. “Nothing Buck, don’t worry about it. I just have trouble sleeping most of the time.”

He moves to turn on the light, which you shield your eyes from. “Why didn’t you tell me you had trouble sleeping?”

You shrugged. “Didn’t think it was important. Besides, there's nothing anyone could really do about it.”

He hung his head, thinking. “What keeps you up at night?”

You weighed your options in your head. Do I tell him or just make something up? You sigh, deciding it would come out sooner or later. “Look, I just...it’s always been a problem. The voices in my head just never stop. Not that I’m hearing voices or anything, just...okay let me start over.” You run a hand through your hair and take a breath before starting again. “I’ve never really been able to sleep. It’s always been super hard for me. I get a lot of thoughts that decide night is the best time to torture me. Eventually I gave up trying to shut them up. Now I just lay down on my side and wait for the sun to rise. It’s the same every night. I just...don’t like myself.”

It was now that you looked up at Bucky, who’s face held a confused expression. “Why don’t you like yourself Y/N?”

You let out a dry chuckle. “Because I’m weird. Always have been. I’m the person who runs away from my problems by becoming an inanimate object.”

He looked at you unphased. “And here I am and having a metal arm is normal.”

You playfully slap his arm. “You know what I mean, Buck.”

He laughed and said “Alright, alright, fair enough. But you do know that weirdness is like a requirement to live in this tower?” you laughed and nodded your head. “But seriously, Y/N, I don’t think you’re weird. You may be one of the most sane and down-to-earth people that I’ve ever known.” You learnt your head back on his shoulder. “Thank you,” you said. 

“No problem, doll. Now how about we both try to get some sleep, yeah?”

You nodded your head and laid down with him, and for the first time you got close to him. At first he stiffened, but moments later relaxed and put his hand over your waist. When you thought he had drifted off you said “I love you Bucky”

And to your surprise, you heard a response from behind you.

“Love you too, doll.”

[girlyoustolemyheart]

Ugh shit I think I'm in LOVE......

[catsmeowlol]

Clothing in the future

Nowadays clothes are becoming extreme. I just can’t imagine what the futures style is going to be. At this point I feel like people are just going to wear their underwear. Hopefully this is not going to happen. I really hope fast fashion is going to stop. I think old clothes are going to be recycled if not I don’t know how we’re going to survive with all of the waste caused by fast fashion. I guess in the future clothes are going to be influenced by vintage fashion. The old , retro and vintage style are becoming trendy again and I’m glad. But I don’t think it’s going to last forever. I think because of the diversity people are going to wear the opposite genders’ clothes (for example: guys are going to wear skirts and girls are going to wear very baggy clothes).

Thank you for reading my opinion about the future of clothing :)

[blacksorceressmoonlight]

Welcome October. . . . . . . #gothiclifestyle #wicca #paganism #october #homesweethell #imcuteashellwhichisincidentallywhereicamefrom #imweird #homesweethauntedhome #witch https://www.instagram.com/p/CFyj4dZBLLo/?igshid=1xy8oghwdhe3o