Rb This And Tell Me The Piece Of Media, Art, Literature, Music, Etc. That You Feel Was The Turning Point

rb this and tell me the piece of media, art, literature, music, etc. that you feel was the turning point in the development of your personality

I felt the need for this to be my first ever post to tumblr

if u ever feel sad remember that robert englund once took a nap on the set of a nightmare on elm street in full freddy krueger makeup and when he woke up he looked straight into a mirror and scared the shit out of himself

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Your Result:

Dead Mall

You used to be something, once. something special. something that drew attention and deserved it, valuable and appreciated. those times are gone. you don't quite know what happened. you don't think you changed all that much...maybe that's the problem? the demands got too high and you buckled under the pressure. maybe you're still trying and almost meeting demands, most of the time, but maybe it's just over, end of an era. you feel empty, and the emptiness is loud. everything you are is a testament to what you used to be. is there a future for you? if there is, it's going to take some hard work. are you willing to put in the effort to survive? are you willing to ask for help?

Quinn from 'The Wilds' (2020) X Reader

This is all angst nothing at all nice also in this (y/n) is on the island w the rest of 'em and Quinn didn't y'know 💀

I smiled softly, bitterly, watching everyone around the fire, talking about what they miss most about home. We had seen a plane over head, rescue would be soon. Shelby looked at me and noticed how annoyed I looked. She asked me what was wrong. I thought back on my reason for wanting to get home, the same reason I never want to leave this hell hole. My head was pounding as I clenched my fists, nails digging into the soft flesh of my palms. The sensation was the only thing keeping me from crying as I saw them. Quinn and Nora were under the tree me and Quinn always sat at. It wouldn't be so bad if they weren't kissing. How could he fucking do this to me. My breathing hitched as I turned around. He said he loved me. He said they were just friends. I sighed, that was the moment I decided to come on this "retreat". Now I'm sitting here wondering when did this all start. "Fuck you, and Nora, I know that you're going out with her. Go pretend that you're just friends, I'll pretend that I'm not hurt." I said with venom. Quinn looked hurt for a moment before his face hardened. I had seen that look before, it was the same look he had when talking about the kids that made fun of us. He opened his mouth but I cut him off, "I know all the shit I heard, you can take these bitter words. Fuck you and Nora.". He grimaced before responding "You have no fucking right to say that to me, after ignoring me for weeks!" He nearly shouted. "I haven't been ignoring you at all, I just stopped texting first, and you never put in the effort after she showed up so we just didnt talk. So I thank you for teaching me how I could live without you. You never needed me, now I dont need you," I started to walk away. "You cant just leave!" I heard his footsteps following mine. "Watch me,". My eyes met Shelby's in the fire light. "The one reason I want to get home wont want me there." I said before glancing over and making eye contact with Nora. "He's found someone better"