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brickrocksock · 2 years
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Ain't it scary being 24?
Like 25 is such a strong number on the horizon.
actually aging is a gift so jot that down
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brickrocksock · 2 years
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demon who, tired of the gross biological complications of possessing humans, decides to inhabit mall mannequins instead
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brickrocksock · 2 years
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Doesnt matter if gender and sexuality is important or not to learn, banning knowledge is the single dumbest thing a school can do
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brickrocksock · 2 years
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I recently found out why my mom would never sleep around me when I was a kid. Like she’d never let herself take naps or sleep if I was awake, ever. Or if she did, she would lock her bedroom door. So when I was 6, I was asleep in my bed in the middle of the night when I hear a loud bang, like a pot being dropped and come out to the living room to see my mom standing by the window, with just a huge pile of spaghetti all over the sill, and a pot on the ground, and I ’m like “Are you gonna eat all that?” And ya’ll she get’s BIG MAD and yells at me and chases me to my room but then a little while later a bunch of cops show up and ask me a bunch of random ass questions about my art? Like this one cop lady keeps asking me to draw dragons for her?! And they seem mad as hell
I didn’t want to get arrested so I just never asked my mom for spaghettis after that. Lesson, learned. Don’t ask mom for spaghettis or she’ll call the damn police on you. 
So I have this memory in my head, and it goes unquestioned until I say it outload for the first time a few months back and as soon as I say the words “When I was six, my mom called the cops on me for asking for spaghettis” My adult logic slams into place and is like “Hang on. Your mother definatly did not call the police on a 6 year old for asking for spaghetti.” 
So obviously that’s not what really went down. I call up my mom to tell her how I remember it and on top of her figuring out why her kid has always been really cagey around spaghettis for the last 3 decades she tells me what really happened. 
So on that night, a man tried to break into our house through the front window. It was just my mom, and her kids so she did what she felt she had too and shot him in the head. He’d been wearing a helmet, which landed on the floor under the window.
Now I just want ya’ll to put yourselves in my moms shoes for a minute here. This woman has just taken a human life. The trauma of that- the instant agony, the panic, the guilt, the fear- all of it hitting her at once, her only solace the knowledge that her children are safe. She protected her daughters. No matter the cost to her soul- her children are safe.
Then she looks up and sees her six year old staring at the inside of this mans head before saying “Are you gonna eat all that?” 
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brickrocksock · 2 years
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You know what? Fine. It’s been 5 years. Here’s the version you always wanted.
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brickrocksock · 2 years
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(i pull my pair of tiny binoculars away from my eyes and lean over to my partner as we watch the opera from the upper left balcony) i say darling this singer is slaying absolute penis
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brickrocksock · 2 years
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i’ve been thinking a lot about the insane dehumanization of north koreans lately (they’re not allowed to smile, they’re all brainwashed, they would let their family die to save a picture of their “dear” leader etc) so here’s another post with pictures from the dprk of north koreans just… being people
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brickrocksock · 2 years
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God i wish that were me
hi tumblr :)
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brickrocksock · 2 years
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This isnt "im unlovable"
This is "being gentle is terrifying but you make being soft easy"
Why does being Loved Hurt So Much
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brickrocksock · 2 years
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Why does being Loved Hurt So Much
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brickrocksock · 2 years
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Shameful wwdits sona? Couldnt be me. Im shameless.
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Of course i gotta have a cape ✨
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brickrocksock · 3 years
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Theres a serenity that comes with taking care of smth dead like yes this is how its always been and will always be. Something dies and something alive takes care of it - there is no other way
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brickrocksock · 3 years
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Time to feed the algorithm
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Im just. Tired
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brickrocksock · 3 years
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A lad
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brickrocksock · 3 years
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Theres just, , , , , so much love in the world between people who likes petting animals and animals who likes to be petted
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brickrocksock · 3 years
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There is a piece of me in every art piece ive made. A time capsule of who i was, what i felt in that moment. Meaningless expression to inspire meaningful connections
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brickrocksock · 3 years
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