#wronghood

[librarycards]

Headcase!

by which I mean, suitcase, by which I mean my father, who is like a pancake or a sugarless plane ticket: Flat, such that the boarding of him’s near-natural, all neutral, shirt falling unheeded from neck to nip to slender hip. Implores he: can you please, for me, take several serviceable photographs, just me against the pusyellow wall! Right between the crap’s cradle and washerdryer against the carnation doorframe, amidst the pantry packs of Sweet Baby Ray’s and the uncovered onions so aking and soaked by fridgefumes? Anyway I’m all okay well lemme see, stand up so your butt’s against the unimposing knob. Be sure to unimpede your chest. Now watch muscles go breakneck on their runner’s ribs. He shutters: Take the picture, Headcase! mouth an old and gaseous thing. Cat emerges from the crapbox shakes litter from its tail. This is my father, still, a round ed scarab: chiseled, alive, worthless, entire kitchens of wronghood. I heard ribs are remarkable, that is, ought to say something. I heard, when you really think about it, the fridge is nothing but a graveyard. Heard most families are just ditches nothing grows too big from. Headcase, I am living proof! Oh picture, he cannot help but shimmer like tar.

[sarah] Cavar, for the New Orleans Review [x]

[ram-de]

tender

when i was small, i was a mere canvas swept bare with nothingness a bright innocence like that of snow and a mountain of curiousity like that of adventure

but that wasn't it, canvas was meant to be painted and hence all the wonder of life i let be brushed within a series of laughter and paperplanes like that of sun and the following embrace of home like that of morning warmth

home was all i knew, and i was a bit chubbier but sometimes not all colors mix well in the paper a miniscule drop of shaking heart like that of a noisy bell and a different kind of laughter like that of a mocking wolf

i didn't knew when i began collecting blue and hollow gray there was all sort of brushes and strokes it's everywhere a false kind of adoration like that of hidden tears and a sense of wronghood like that of a garbage can

the paint was overbearing, and often times they ruined the piece of me that used to be yellow and orange, until i was smeared a tender and quiet nights like that of the moon and the following emptiness of void like that of the cold rain

i tried to paint myself blank again, fresh start, i'd thought but that doesn't hide all the layers beneath, it aches a repetitive day that never ends like that of a puppet's play and a line of words without meaning like that of this poem

[the-true-mind]

Oh such a wonderous friend! Take him home, give him a home. They will tell you secrets and wronghoods in equal measure. :3

A FRIEND

[captainpirateface]

#wronghood #wrongneighborhood #scaryplaces #thehood #hood #hoodlife #thehoodlife #CaptainPirateFace #CaptainPirateFaceLovesYou https://www.instagram.com/p/CayewB2siS9/?utm_medium=tumblr

[moomeecore]

ok i lost two followers just now, presumably for my most recent posts. guys please remember that if i say something that is offensive to correct me. the only reason ive been rude to that person is becuase they where spreading misinfo on a factual issue. im not going to deny my wronghood if i said anything off putting or offensive or worded things poorly. feel very free to dm or send an ask if you got upset by this content, especially if you are black, because i dont want to speak over the people who are actually suffering in all this

im aware im posting a LOT about an issue that isnt MY issue. im stressed about the fact that there are some really awful things happening near me, but the fact that it all started with police brutality means that i am NEVER going to be an actual authority and i dont WANT to be. im just sort of coping through social media i guess. but again, never feel like you cant correct me if i fuck up. or even just tell me to SHUT UP about it for a bit

[mallowbees]

WRONGHOOD

YOUVE FALSED IN THE WRONG HOOD

[thenewandunusual]

YOU IN THE WRONG PART OF TOWN STUMBLING ONTO THIS ACCOUNT. #horror #trap #core #amv for #spooky month. WrongPartOfTown by The Virus and Antidote full video link in the bio https://d.tube/v/thenewandunusual/eu38vjyv #VANTGARD #horrorcore #dark #halloween #wrongneighborhood #midnight #thevirusandantidote #aesthetic #WrongPartOfTown #aesthetics #midnightsociety #society #wronghood #october #evil #trapcore #thenewandunusual (en The Wrong Neck Of The Woods) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpAurMnnRZq/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1mosi3lseovex

[quetzalcoatlvoro2-blog]

When you're in the #wronghood 😰 (at Valle Verde, Green Valley, Arizona)

[b2the4thpower]

You done fucked up Homie #Woo #Coke #CokeCola #WrongHood #HomeBoy

[gdamnbluepool]

I think I came to the wrong hood for a Street fight. . . . #marvelcomics #marvel #uhoh #surrounded #streetfighter #bluepool #bluedeadpool #deadpool #deadpoolcosplay #ryu #ken #akuma #yang #streetfighterv streetfighter5 #wronghood #animeweekend2016 #animeweekendatlanta #animeweekendatlanta2016 #awa2016 #sexyryu #scorpion #rocklee #smoke #mortalkombat #marvelvscapcom

[stevonniex7]

Being A Person Things

So this is just a vent post. And I don’t want to implicate anyone or say anything that could quite conceivably trigger anyone past what they are emotionally capable of handling. There have been many a time in my life where I’ve opened my mouth and have said things in places where I shouldn’t have or to someone who I just wasn’t close enough with and it gives people the wrong impression. Which is everything. The wrong impression is everything unless you are beautiful in which case everything that could ever come out of your mouth will always be 100% correct, and that’s because you: beautiful person said it and so everything you’re saying must also be so beautiful. But I have been through a lot in my life and have been through unimaginable pain and have also caused pain, some of which I have been forgiven for and some of which I have not. And 98% of the time I’ve said sorry and have meant it and when those days mattered and my words were felt, I have felt the most elated I have ever felt and I know, I know I am not alone in that. And that so many people much better than myself have been through the same and have done the same. I know. But I was so happy because every second of those days happening and coming to pass was the most beautiful thing that I could have ever been given. Because I know I didn’t deserve it. And don’t, some of the time. But it happened and in that sense I am lucky. 

But I came to a realization today. And it isn’t just about wage inequality. Or about love. And since I am doing this without any forethought I don’t know if I’ll get to everything but since I don’t want to write an actual text post about this, I would much rather get everything out. So I guess first wage inequality: why not. So it goes without saying that capitalism is worthless and evil. It goes absolutely without saying and does not work for SO. MANY. PEOPLE. And being in fashion and seeing who actually does the work and what their jobs are and how little they are probably paid and who it’s coming from and what race they are, especially the poor ones: i.e. NOT WHITE. Has really boggled my mind. In fact, not even NOT WHITE. Immigrants. People who have left their countries for trheir children or for themselves for a better life and have been treated like garbage by AMERICAN WHITE PEOPLE. THE HWHITES AS I LIKE TO CALL THEM. Pronouned: huh-whites. Emphasis on that h in front of the word as opposed to a silent h, for what other might mistake it for. But they are given nothing and I, little ole me, thinking it says here in the contract that you will be paid 2 dollars for the next three months for exercise in midtown to be prettier for the world. JK. To get important patterns to important people. And I mean that with some sincerity, fashion is not wholly meaningless, it gives people self-confidence. But it said in the contract: sarah, here, you will get 2 dollars for doing these things that you should be capable of doing. And I thought okay, 2 dollars sounds like a reasonable amount of money for living in New York where the minimum wage is 15 dollars. But, um, turns out that they don’t even want to give you those 2 dollars. They just decide, hey, this labor that you aren’t being paid enough for is somehow not bad enough, I also want TO NOT PAY YOU BECAUSE I THINK IT IS FUNNY, Or I mean, the more logical side of me is like: you know what maybe this person who decided I can intern at their company ACTUALLY HAS NO MONEY TO GIVE ME. Maybe this person who contractually took people in actually has no  money to give. That maybe it’s just a lie! But supposedly she will put it in a reminder every Friday to so. And I am so furious, I have not checked emails to see if she has given me the 1 cent that she promised to give me on a weekly basis to live here in NYC where 15 dollars is the minimum wage. 

And. okay so. Love, right? So I’ve never been shallow. Not really. I mean, sort of. Because society is like Oooo dreamy this, dreamy that. And we are naturally attracted to certain people anyway. And that’s influenced by media but also, and more importantly, because of natural inclination. But I have been in a 11, nearly 12, year relationship. I have been loved. I have been abused. I have been raped. I have had my body critiqued and torn to shreds. I was never really told by mom mom that I’m beautiful. Never. She never wanted me and has said as much. But what do I also know? Probably she didn’t mean it. And she loves me, I know she does. As a teenager, my being thin and beautiful had a disproportionate amount of importance and she body shamed the shit out of me. And resented that I wasn’t more normal. And probably, maybe both of my parents did. But at least it felt like maybe my dad was a little angrier on my behalf. And I know. I know that forming close bonds isn’t easy. My parents are both really mentally ill and sick and doing their best. And I am also doing my best. And the fact that they are treated like nothing every day of their lives and have nothing to come back to but each other is horrifying. But they have companionship and love. From their friends and family. And that is a choice on both their parts and I’m happy they have that. I am my father’s daughter. That where my mom has ruined my body image and has resented me for not being beautiful and popular (and light-skinned like her), my dad at least saw that it was wrong and loves me more. Because he knows she doesn’t love me enough. Or at least in a way that is reaching me. And I have lost my mind and been reprehensible from sadness and anger. 

And me. Who has always been acutely mentally ill. Or maybe just shy as a teen, who knows. Shy and smart. OOGLY as ever. Not beautiful a day in my life. But shy and smart and really, really nice. And not fashionable until my senior year when I realized maybe some kind of confidence could come to me, even though I wasn’t pretty. And then I found clothes. I found them and they didn’t change my life but I felt a little more confident. And I’ve always been average size before EATING DISORDER OF DOOM happened. And so. I’ve only had attraction truly reciprocated twice-ish. But once in sincerity from what I can clearly and most contractually could understand. But the first time I was ever really heartbroken was as a freshman in college. And I didn’t take it well! I just didn’t! And that’s cause heartbreak isn’t easy! But he was a nice person! And he was someone I genuinely got along with. Moreso than a lot of people in my surroundings. And the women, they excluded me! Namely because another prettier girl who they liked better who he was more interested in came first and I was INCONVENIENT. As the story goes. And we were friends and it took me a long time to get over that. But he still treated me like a person. Anyway, my mental health fell apart, not accustomed to rejection maybe. So thoroughly loved and cherished by my best friends. Never beautiful, though. But loved. And they were the most gorgeous girls to me. And they were my sisters. And intelligent, and kind, and fair, and feminists. JUST BIG TIME FEMINISTS. Because that was the way. Because of equity and justice and seeing the world’s ills and the wronghoods bestowed upon women and wanting to fix that. Not Terfism. Not being evil incarnate. Or infringing on those who are treated more terribly than ourselves. Or on the pecking scale of who is the most oppressed: be it they. And I say that with the most amount of love. I care about intersectional feminism so much that it’s a miracle I don’t have a tattoo of it yet and I would throw it out for them if it was infringing on their rights and if I thought that it was the problem and in some way and that intersectionality within the realm of feminism, which is good and correct, was somehow not correct and that terfism was the only kind of feminism that existed out there. It can burn in the trash along with me, who is also trash for having brought that into their lives. But I know, I know in the most common sense way that that isn’t true. 

But they were great. And I was not doing well. And a lot of things have happened and some part of my brain was like: I’m so introverted, how will I ever meet anyone? I’m so ugly, how could anyone ever love me? And I’ve had feelings for people since then, with very little experience before my first an only long-term relationship. And it came from being made to feel so small, and so undesirable, that one day I realized here was this person and he treated me with so much love and made me feel so protected and was funny and kind and we had so many commonalities. And mind you, that was true for all my best friends at the time. But even between my best friend. WHO WAS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL IN THE WORLD TO ME. Who told me I was unconventionally beautiful, probably to just keep it real with love. That even my interactions with her which were pretty excellent and the ones with the man I was with for 11, nearly twelve years, were better. And they were better cause I COULD FEEL CONFIDENT. I didn’t have to be the ugly duck!!!! At no point was the word beautiful uttered but I could be confident and funny and myself. And not that I felt attractive but CONFIDENCE, WHAT IS THAT> WHAT IS THAT SHITT YOU KNOW. WHy aren’t you drooping further sarah. WHy aren’t you nice and sweet and UNTHREATENING. WHY AREN’T YOU UNTHREATENING. And I wasn’t hurting other women or infringing on their confidence. I sincerely wasn’t. But the fact that I could be confident and that could somehow create a dissonance with other women was unfathomable to me. 

Regardless, he was also one of my best friends. And so much has happened. But he is a normal person and charming and can aim really high, for people far, far more attractive than me or maybe he’s just got roving eyes, I don’t know. That definitely sees other people that aren’t me. And man oh man, did that lend itself to me hating my body beyond belief. All I wanted was this person to think that I’m beautiful and loveable and good. And me, doling out compliments left and right, because that’s what felt natural to me: telling him that he’s handsome, with romantic and sexual intent, and sincerely believing in it. Us uglies. Because we don’t get to have that. We don’t get love. We don’t get sex. Unless we’ve learned how to be cool. And like the right kind of fat person, acceptable to thin people. Loveable by thin people’s standards. Knows their place. But also like will fight the good fight but in a way that is SO PALATABLE. And also is like: kinda attractive. Not hurting their self esteem. Because us, we MONSTROSITIES. (monstrosity? No one said. We just said fat? Someone else will think so! Someone else will love you! Someone else whose body and skin is exactly liek yours! That person will! Cause I DON’T WANNA DO THE WORK. I just don’t wanna.)     Who can be attractive but as long as it doesn’t hurt them even though they are so much more wanted than we. Whether it is as plentiful as oppressed people think it is or not. IT IS STILL MORE PLENTIFUL THAN THOSE ABHORRED BY SOCIETY. And so. My self esteem diminished, whether that was my imagination or not. That I just wasn’t told enough. And so I ran. I ran as fast as I could for nearly 4 hours. 3-4. 18-19 miles every day. Starved myself. Lost so much weight. Lost my mind. Hurt people with my craziness. And so I could be pretty. So he would think so. So people would think so. And they did, finally. The really, really finally thought so. But also, it was an eating disorder! And what happens when you gain weight? Did you have to let yourself go THAT MUCH???? Really? Wow, Sarah. Job not well done. And my thin friends were not better than those whose bodies more resembled mine prior to the eating disorder. I just have it in me to be angry and resentful and so they don’t like it. 

But also like rape and abuse and body things and whatever, you know? (And I know rape is unforgivable. If I do it, I will gladly let them take me to the execution chair whatsits.) And so I thought maybe I could move on. And I do love my boyfriend. When everyone in the world tells me: hey sarah, you’re not pretty, you’re not smart, your life isn’t worth more than anyone else’s and you don’t get a safety net, and you don’t make enough money, and you seem to be really feminine, and can you still be feminist after all of this? You’re not allowed! That’s not allowed! But no one else comes back to me at the end of the day with meaning and tells me that I’m loved. That I’m beautiful. With romantic and sexual intent. And when everyone else says: you’re not anything. He tells me they’re not anything. And my life means something and makes me laugh and cries with me and DEFENDS ME. And goes to bat for me. In a way that no one else does. And isn’t a holographic form but is corporeal. And something my fingertips can reach. That’s allowed to reach because SO MANY PEOPLE, some of whom I love, maybe one I don’t know. Just aren’t physically there or responding to me or talking to me or seeing me at all. And so when it happens that someone is there to spend time with me, someone so unlovable, and it’s someone that I want to be around I JUST FEEL SO LUCKY. And I’ve been made to feel that I haven’t accrued enough wealth to have any relationships of any kind BUT ESPECIALLY NOT LOVE. Especially not that. And I know how badly they wanna take that away from me. I know how much!!!!!!!!!! And I’ve felt desire since and have really not been allowed because of how unworthy I am, enough that PEOPLE ARE BLOCKING ME WITH THEIR BODIES BECAUSE I AM NOT A HUMAN BECAUSE I DON’T DESERVE ANYTHING. especially not company that i want. or love that i could want. And just maybe they don’t care about me at all! Maybe I will never see anyone ever again! In front of me! Where I could maybe reach out with my fingertips and feel them there with me. BECAUSE IT’S JUST SO FUN TO MESS WITH MY FEELINGS. BECAUSE I AM SO UNDESERVING. 

And just. I want to feel human again.I want to not have to count down the days till I get to physically be around someone that I love who hopefully loves me back. That I can see them standing in front of me. It’s all I want. 

If I ever get to make someone feel like they’re worth something that has never a single day of their lives felt that, then I’ve won more than anyone else in the world. Because I know what it’s like/

And I promise those girls have never felt beautiful. Because of their bodies. And have just sucked it up! Every time! Champagne glass in hand! When someone liked them and someone prettier came along that was also interested and suddenly: here... this is okay, right? No big deal, right? And sometimes it was kind of kosher (not really but kind of) and sometimes it REALLY, REALLY wasn’t. And whenever any of you get that chance to make them feel ugly, someone out there somewhere with a heart a million times bigger than yours tells them how beautiful they are and means it and they brush it off cause they know it doesn’t mean anything but they are so thankful for it anyway.

[haloinfinitecommunity-blog]

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[wishingfornever]

11/18/17 – No Contact:  State of Decay

Esther’s Nation will be destroyed today.  Or tomorrow, I’m not sure.  That’s sad, but it’s acceptable.  Less of a spit in the face, you know?  I made her flag.  Glad she won’t be using it anymore.

Last night, I couldn’t sleep.  I came up with a plan to target Dennis. He, in his foolhardiness, believes he has to froth and demand and yell in order to defend Esther.  I know this because he got on Shane’s case for calling Esther a whore.  Then Shane got on my case and claimed he didn’t, even though he just deleted the message.

What a dick.  I know what I saw, I know how I felt when I saw him call Esther a whore.  I remember because I felt the same when she called herself a whore. Whatever.  Point is, if I wanted to get back at Dennis, I’d have to offend Esther in some way.  That way, he’ll start frothing and will threaten me.  In his anger, he’ll call me out in a sort of sense that says, “Fight me!”  He’ll do this because he doesn’t think I’ll return but I plan to come back for my truck.  Thus, I’ll accept the challenge and show up.  I’ll bolster and taunt and he’ll cower inside, not really expecting to fight.  I’ll show Adriana what he said and told her I accepted and that he picked a fight with me. The thing is, if he DOES fight he’ll have to invite me onto his property as well as agree to a fight.  That’d be totally legal. Private property.  That’s how boxing is still legal.

That said, I’m not expecting him to fight but I am expecting Adriana to yell at him.  It’ll cause struggle and strife and would be enough to punish him.  If he does decide to fight, then I get to slap him around.  It’s a win win.

One problem is is that Esther would hate me for it.  Worse yet, the only way I can see it coming to fruition is if I just let loose her secrets to her mother.  That’d be the only way to target her right now.  And I’m not entirely convinced I can do that to her just yet.  An inability to commit… that’s my biggest problem.

Thing is, I considered doing something else.  He was looking for a job, right?  I mean, not anymore obviously, but he was.  I was going to try to find out what job he had and then call and leave a horrible complaint that would lead to him getting fired! BAHAHAHAHA!!!

Problem is, that’s illegal.  Not that I generally care about the law, but I’d rather not do something that would jeopardize myself.  It’d be a great way, but it’s slanderous and would lead to a financial loss and I could get sued. Even if I’m sure he’d NEVER find out (which I’m sure he wouldn’t because nobody ever checks anonymous complaints) it’s still not a good idea. I’m angry, but I’m not going to break the law to have vengeance.  Rather, I will dance near the edge but well within the confines of what is allowed.  It’s worse that way for him because he’ll want to retaliate but he can’t. I know what you’re thinking.  You’re thinking that I hate him again, but I don’t.  I’m just… bitter.  I demand justice in my divine pettiness.  He has done a LOT of suspicious things and I never held him to it.  I chose to let it go but he decides to block me again? Fuck.  That.  Shit. Hell, Esther deserves to get shit on as well.  It’s coming back to me and I wasn’t that bad to her.  Of course, I did do those things she’s claimed I’ve done but it wasn’t as frequent as it sounded to be. Not trying to justify anything, but I had entirely stopped before everything went down.  And, of course, she put me through the wringer too. Keep in mind, before “The End” she and I were planning something.  She’d come back just to see me.  She said it’d help her.  If I were as bad as I seemed, she wouldn’t have agreed to that.  Or maybe she lied and said that to make me feel better.  I don’t know.  I trust her, though.

So… might be worth it.  But I’m not angry enough to do that.  I guess I’ll keep it, just in case something happens.  I doubt it would, but who knows?

It occurred to me.  I made a joke about giving Dennis a character and making that character have a tiny penis in one of my books.  Why don’t I do that? That’s a good vengeance… my side of the truth, taken for all.  Of course, my side will be the most honest truth.  Not because it’s me but because I’ve acknowledged my shortcomings.  I’ve confronted my wronghoods.  It will be the most honest because I don’t care about my own image. It’ll have to be in that book idea I was flirting with.  Basically a Jade Empire fan-fiction, but more lore I suppose.  Fantasy China.  I already have the names.

It’ll be perfect.  There is no grander revenge than telling the world he has a tiny penis.  And it’d be legal because it’s not him but inspired by him.  Then again, imagery laws are a pain in the ass. I’ll have to look.

Eh… Looking back.  I find it ironic.  I’m still just so upset but a few weeks ago, I wasn’t.  I was hurt.  I said I was planning something but nothing ever came from it.  I sent him an email, using one of the videos Esther made when she was here.  Just a masturbation session, nothing important.  I sent him an email wanting to make up. I offered the video despite him blocking me and I even told him a few things to help him out.  Nothing much…  I feel dumb now.

Ugh… I’m just… so disheartened right now.  Time to immerse myself elsewhere.  ><

Oh! They’re finally releasing a WWII Enfield Airsoft Rifle.  That’s really great.  Appropriate one too, not the earlier variant.  I know, a bit random considering my angry rant but Youtube proposed a video demonstrating it.  If you know me, I LOVE history and airsoft so historical airsoft rifles are perfect.  I’m super stoked.  It’s a good thing.

Anyways, Adela is asleep right now.  I’m going to skin some carrots and eat them because I’m waiting for dinner.  We’ll go shopping today or tomorrow.  No more Hot Pockets. They’re… too easy.  Too quick.  By the time I eat one, I already want another. So, they’re not healthy.  I was hoping they’d be a quick meal substitute but they’re not.  I guess I’ll have to use the rod on myself and focus on getting food that requires SOME effort.  Otherwise, what’s the point?  I’ll just eat right through it.

I still have a couple onions and a tomato that I haven’t chopped up. I’ll do that later today.  I wonder if I still have bread…  Might make a breakfast sandwich for myself when I’m done with the onions and tomatoes.  Or I could do something with the broccoli.  You know, what I’ve been flirting with this entire time.

Nah, carrots for now.  Broccoli tomorrow.

I spoke to Ariel.  She hasn’t been eating lately, so I was making sure she was.  She had McDonald’s which is weird because she isn’t usually into fast food.  However, it’s still… edible, I guess. Don’t want her to starve, even if what she is eating is unhealthy as sin.

I want a burger right now.

Just finished the carrots.  They were… meh.  Ah, well.  :/

I received some peculiar news.  Very peculiar.  I’ll keep it to myself for now, but science is ahead.  The coming experiment will involve my lovely Ariel and her beliefs.  There is a chance she could LITERALLY GET HURT but there is also a possibility that she won’t even find out and nothing wrong will happen to her.  If this experiment requires her to suffer even a little bit like as menial as bumping her small toe on a coffee table, I’ll halt it.  However, for the sake of science, if the way to do it can be done without any harm at all? Then it will be a go.  ;)

Speaking of experiments, I decided something.  I toyed with this idea before but I think since I’m losing weight, if I lose enough I’ll enlist.  Probably Marines, not to prove myself but because their dress uniform is nice.  That and their camo doesn’t look like barf.

The reason for this is so I can have some idea what I’m talking about when writing my country’s lore.  Of course, I should probably also become a lawyer, a scientist, a pro athlete, and a doctor to cover all the other bases but that’s not the point.  I have a relatively decent familiarity with the law.  Could I be my own lawyer?  No.  Hell no.  God no.  I’ll need a lawyer, but I have a certain tact for laws.  The rest, it will be fine because healthcare between countries tend to be relatively similar, the biggest concerns are often with how to receive the healthcare.  Thus, mixed with science, I can imply that some medical experiments have been great success.  Besides, setting up a scene for a doctor is easy.  Esther got a set of scrubs for $20.  Hell, I think I bought it for her.

One scene that’d be HARD to get would be a cooking scene.  My country’s cuisine is that of fish and cheese.  An islander diet, go figure for Psuedo-Cuba.  A professional kitchen would have to be borrowed.  With a medical thing, you can just set up drapes and make it look like an operating room easily and can hide a lot of the background with a light. A lot of cooking supplies in a photo shoot for cooking.  -,-

I think science and military would be the most expensive shots to get.  But I’m not just doing photos, I’m also writing a bunch of lore.  I’ve been looking a lot into Elon Musk’s progress into science.  That’s going to be a lot.  Desalination plants in my country have to be a thing.  Defintiely need those.

I’m hungry.  Dumb carrots.  -,-

I did it again.  Adela and I went out for dinner.  I had chicken. GRAAAAAAAAAAH!!!  I had to, I was talking to Ariel about that sandwich and how good it was.  It was just as good as ever.  I wish to make a sandwich as good as that on my own time.  What’s their secret?

Chicken and bacon.  Stupid vegetarianism.  :c

[clenzisclinz]

A M E R I C A N D R E A M A M E R I K K K A ' s N I G H T M A R E #wronghood #wronghoodie #iamnotaterrorist #blacklivesmatter

[thesavedjc]

Great times with great brothers & sisters in Christ for our "Spring Break" (please excuse ralph HAHA) 😁✌💖 LA Escapade: Portos • Body Exhibition • Packing House • Griffith Observatory • Lunasia Dim Sum House • LACMA ️#guineapigs #wronghood #forscience #atetoomuchfood (at Los Angeles County Museum Of Arts)

[jagerracing]

Is anyone looking for a Siebon Carbon hood for $650? Hit up @naughtyroadrace as he is selling the one pictured, comes with aero latches to make it easy to pop on you car and drive away happy! #Repost @naughtyroadrace with @repostapp.
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This #hood worked out great. Thanks #seibon! Now it's time to steal @jagerracing stuff before he realizes it's gone. #subaru #hoodswap #eastvswest #wronghood #STi #thescoop #frontmount #intercoolerprotectionprogram #recycleallthethings #racecar #raceparts