"are- are you gonna kill me?" "no... no. worse." "im gonna tell you shit you can never unknow. shit you can never wash off. and then... youre gonna help me" "im gonna help you?" "yeah" "how?" "by setting the fucking record straight"
to my many yellowjackets followers who I know support morally dubious women committing cannibalism crimes, please watch The Horrors of Dolores Roach. it's basically modern day Sweeney Todd in Washington Heights with empandas instead of pies.
MIKA I HAD A DREAM THAT I WAS WORKING IN A RLLY NICE CAFE IT SMELLED AMAZING SND EVERYONE WAS SO NICE ANF TJEN YOU CAME IN EITH 6 OTHER PEOPLE ANF I RRALIZEF THODR WERE ATLAS NIICO VANI SAGE BAT AND LEE AND THEY LOOK EXACTLY AS HOW I PICTURED THEM AND YOU ORDERED THE PINKEST DRINK ON THE CAFE AND IT WAS SO PINK IT LOOKED POISONOUS AND THEN WHEN YOU ALL LEFT FRICKING ZURI B AND BELL WERE THERE OMFG WHAT DREAm was THAT
Em wema kokr hi axena hwen eks klokarp gim twiza, ono palizena hi. Vo koppena ksom, vo zottena. Fol vogena upsii ele wemmena eks swin lu mupsenu. Ksem wema lun thodr fol zotten em spriti plo lu.
Whoopsie daisy, @wildecore tagged me in something so of course I replied pronto. Here is my bandori-obsessed dramatic-bitch bullshit in picture form (and the last one is a gif because fuck you, lucius malfoy is an icon in a very potter sequel)
Next comes the part where you would normally tag someone, but like,,,,, I have no friends dara didn't tag so,,,,,,, chain ends here, folks!
The Rohirrim also dismount to fight in desperate circumstances on one or two other occasions: in Thodreds defense of the Fords of Isen (UT, 357); and presumably in the battle before the Black Gate at the climax of The Lord of the Rings (RK, 167).
Tolkien and the Study of His Sources: Critical Essays / Jason Fisher
So, I love organization and neat pretty things but honestly I am a organized mess. My mess has it's own place and order even though it is a mess. So here us my desk in its natural state when I don't clean it for photos. And yes, thodr are cough drops because one thing my mom taught me is always have cough drops near you because you never know when you will need them.
I'm precrbtubg from healing because I tell myself I need to talk with him about it I need to hear him say thodr things rather than read them. I put it on pause, telling myself we won't talk because he's in love with someone else but even now he's single, his heart won't beat for me like it once has - but that's not important. He ist over me, why I am not that's why I gotta let him go. Not because everyone says that. No. But because my only alternative, talking it out, isn't even an option. Hope is like a seed, once you plant it it grows stronger - so I gotta pluck it out. The only way is to let him go.
But am I ready for it?
Ready for what? What could possibly happen? I lost him already, so what could I possibly lose? Or am I afraid to win something? Win possibilities, to open my heart for something new.
Because my past love is my protecting shield. As long as I cluth onto it, onto the pain I remember the lesson. If I let him go, will I let go of my protection ~from~ love?