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meanderthaling · 2 years
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Anyone else watch that Epic movie from 2013 and like genuinely forgot it exists like for that past who knows how many years I thought it was some fever dream I had and then I cam across something talking about one of the characters and I was like “huh I remember this”
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meanderthaling · 2 years
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Mamma Mia! (2008) + letterboxd reviews
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meanderthaling · 2 years
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SJ’s 1.1K followers celebrations: Scene from my favourite film requested by @mxbbadperson
- 12,000 euros for this purse? - Yes. Natasha loves these bags, you know? - And I love cars, Kabir. Always remember that. If ever you want to gift me an expensive car, don’t hesitate. ZINDAGI NA MILEGI DOBARA (2011) dir. Zoya Akhtar
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meanderthaling · 2 years
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half girl, half beast.
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The room’s lit a dull yellow by the lone bathroom bulb. An array of unworn clothes litters the floor. And I stand, naked, in front of the smudged mirror. Reeking of disrepair. I can almost feel myself exit my body, My disgusting, rolled up body, Collapsed in front of the mirror. Surveying my shell like it is a monument of rubble. Searching for something to salvage. The scars. Those terrible scars. Faded slashes on my wrists. Half moons on my palms. Forehead peppered with spots. Knees more scar tissue than skin. Sometimes I wore them with pride. Now all I see is the unevenness of the skin, The permanence of my ruin. That hair. That vile hair. It is everywhere. Stringy, lifeless, tangled. Coarse, thick, unwanted. That face. Too round. Too harrowed. Bumpy, scarred, underlined with sleepless nights. Highlighted by the thin sheen of lifeless sweat. The most horrid was of course, That stomach. That horrifying stomach. How it lumps. How it bumps. The rolls of fat sticking out of the sides. The nauseating protrusion.
  Disappointed, my soul enters my body again, Tracing the monstrous outline of itself against the mirror. Wishing it could carve out its own being. Wishing it could cut away the ugly. I feel like half girl, half beast. Clumsy. Misshapen. Disconnected. And I lie there, crying by the mirror, Wishing to be whole.
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meanderthaling · 2 years
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uses the tiktok girlies “adam sandler summer🤪” to blend in my body dysmorphia with harmless trends
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