Three Am Thoughts - Tumblr Posts
as much as i ship iwaoi i can’t get it out of my head how much their relationship reminds me of nikocado and orlin,, like especially the iconic “you deserve warm water” video
Either the inbox spam is preying on my wanting to do good things or their are several people on Tumblr who can't afford life saving medicine.
If it's the first one then I don't feel bad at all for deleting messages
If it's the second one I still don't feel bad for deleting messages cause I don't got money, but that's kind of a worrying problem
The Curse of Hair
Being a red head is a mix of good and bad things. You become a rarity. This translates into adults complimenting you and trying to touch your hair and kids hating you.
It makes people believe that automatically you have a short temper. It’s make them wary but a the same time you are a target. You have this thing that separates you. That makes you different and kids love that. It can be worse when you are a “ginger” and have lots of freckles because they stand out. And if you don’t well than your even more strange as well for what is a red head without freckles?
You are soulless and everyone loves to tell you so. Sometimes you can make a joke of it but it gets tiring. Blending in will never be possible, even if it’s dark or light your hair is like a beacon. Forget trying to change and succeed. If you have truly red hair or medium red hair it does not like dye. You can go darker but that’s about it and even then somethings don’t work.
You become defined by your hair. And it takes over most things. The first thing people notice is your hair. And it’s the first thing they comment on. I love my hair but it took me a while too. It is a burden sometimes in the abstract way that differences are. But it’s mine and sadly my defining feature.
Dreams are the wishes your heart makes is such an interesting phrase. Because my dreams are creepy and weird and I have no idea how that translate to a wish.
Unless of course I want to be stuck in weird drama and chased around by random monsters. Or maybe it’s that I want to end up wandering around lost for hours in what seems like space.
And those are the more normal ones. Let’s not get into the ones you have after not sleeping well. Those are freaky and have actual effects on your physical body. But so what wishes translate into dreams?
Sometimes I feel like I'm an immortal fish being gutted by a perseverant cook. He keeps digging up my insides, groaning as they regenerate, scalpel shaking in rage that I refuse to die. One day he will tire of my twitching, move on to better fish, and all this suffering will end.
I gasp for water but there's none.
I want to give away everything that I am. I want to spew my guts and my skin and and my brains and all the magma inside me. I want to unhinge my jaw until it's unnaturally wide and swallow the entire world, as the little cyclone when a bathtub empties itself, so I want to swallow the world. I want to devour the universe inside like a cataclysmic worm hole, I want myself to burst out of every orifice of my surface like a geyser from the earth. I am a black hole. I am a volcano. I fully believe this is love.