THE HEIST

crooks. thieves. liars. and these are the ones we're rooting for.

youtube link

I guess some days you're just fated to stand in a field for two hours watching a tractor sink into the mud. Never thought it would be my field, mind.

I was tagged by a lovely lady @dreamerkiddo (thank you so much!!!!~~~) so here I am:

Name: Arianna Nickname: call me momo pls (people gave me terrible nicknames based on my surname irl) Gender: i mostly identify as demigirl Star sign: gemini Height: 165 cm Sexual orientation: bisexual Ethnicity: italian i guess (i don’t really look italian) Hogwarts house: i have no idea! I’m not really into harry potter

Favourite colour: almost every shade of blue Favourite colour to paint the walls: cream/light blue Favourite colour of lipstick: something like nude/pink/beige Favourite season: spring Favourite book series: can I consider 1Q84 by murakami haruki as a book series (?) Favourite flower: dandelion Favourite scent: talc or jasmine

Time right now: 9:25 pm Cat or dog person: 100% dog mom Coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: coffee and tea Favourite fictional character: probably p-ko from arakawa under the bridge (?) Average sleep hours: 7-8 Number of blankets I sleep with: one Favourite singer/band: my bloody valentine, brand new, beach house Dream trip: scandinavia (with iceland and far oer included) and a big tour of japan (from sapporo to okinawa) Dream job: professor/ work in a research lab

When was this blog created: this summer (lost my 6 y.o one) When did your blog reach its peek: idk maybe this summer with transistor’s screenshots What made you decide to make a tumblr: it looked indie in 2011 and I wanted to be cool Why did you pick your url: it’s the badly written icelandic word for “fade”

Last movie you watched: the wind rises Last song you listened to: blue bucket of gold by sufjan stevens Last book you read: the diaries of paul klee Last thing you ate: strawberries (drinking chai tea right now)

If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be: in a smol flat being cuddled on a soft big bed while watching anime. Hopefully in norway. What time would you travel to: like 10 years in the future. just to see if I will be doing a phD Fictional character you would hang out with for a day: maybe leslie knope (?) we would do a great crafting afernoon

I’m not good at tagging people and I don’t want to bother anyone so if you’re bored and want to do this consider yourself tagged by me (!!!)

Bye~~~

Mom, u need to stop this.

u need to stop making us do everthing, i dont want to sound ungrateful or anything but seriously though, we arent your slaves. we have things to do and we need to study, just because we are back from school in the afernoons doesnt mean that we are free to move the same damn table just because u like it somewhere else.

u have to let us be are selves. Our moods change, one day i may be happy and the next i may be sad and tired. U need to understand that not everything has to go your way because u are the mother.

stop compering yourself to us. we dont care if when u were our age u helped out more at home and that. did everything toplease your mother because we arent like that. it seems that when u had kids u automaticly thought we would be like u, well no, we arent cinderella or Mother Theresa of Calcuta. Just because bro had some sweets it is absolutly normla for him not to automatcly think “oh well im going to prepare some for mom and dad so they can enjoy them later” NO for the love of god, NO.

Another thhing is our grades, u never seem to be pleased. u say u dont need us to have 100 but when we only score 76...”If u had worked harder u would have gotten an 100″”I never see u studying” GOD MOM not everything is perfect,

Just because im tired ad i dont want to walk the dog, doesn’t mean in heartless and that is something u do NOT say to a 13 year old. Just because i dont think about the other all day everytday doesn’t mean im an egoist and how in the world does it occur to u to tell me, a 15 year old, that im going to end up divorced and lonely because i dont want to help u set some lamps because i have to sttudy. wtf mom. specially when u thought of divorcing dad over the summer.

we have problems and yet u never ask. if bro comes into the house frowning the first thing u say is that u will not permit frowns in the house and that he needs to cheer up. damn it mom, u could at least ask him what’s going on and actually care because yes, we know u care but u focus too much on the details and in the past.

oh and u seriously need to get over blaming dad about our children/mother fights. because at practically evry single dinner, we begin to fight, u bro and i, and at some point u always say either “this is your fault, because u never back me up” “this is your fault for unauthorising me” or the best one “ are u seriously ggoing to stand there watching how i get insulted (which is not true) mistreated (which is also not true) and i dont know what else?” MOM, we dont always have to agree not u and me not u and bro and not u and dad. we can all have differnt opinions and u need to respect that, this isnt some type of dictatorship where we all have to say, do, think and act ilike u. The worst part of our fights r always the end because u start crying saying that we dont love u(which is false) and we say that isnt true and suddently u just start to hit us because we are contradicting u again, like that time where u almost broke your hand. sometimes I wish u could see how much it hurts, not because you’re strong but becaus e the woman who is supposed to love u no matter what is hitting me right now fro saying that i love her and that she isn’t right. It also sometimes ends with u sleeping in a guest bedroom because u dont even want to sleep in the same floor as the rest of us. U know, this might sound extreme but sometimes I wish u were strong enough to leave bruises or that u somehow managed to push me down the stairs so that u could see what u’re doing. Did u know that every time someone screams or get really touchy with me or fake hits me ( like they’re about to hit me as a joke but dont) I flinch because it reminds me of u?

Another thing that kills me is that anything i say about my health is a joke to u. mom, u laughed when i told u that I have one leg longer then the other and u didnt beleive and said u wouldnt take me to the doctor, what happend next, my hip hurt like hell because i couldnt walk correctly because of my legs. a fucking physics teacher told u that i could be like a gifted child and u literally laughed, well guess what, my IQ is of 115-120 which is PhD level at only 15 i dont think u realise that albert einstein’s was 140, only 20 ‘points’ ahead. And u kn, if been feeling downm very down lately, and I've taken a lot of online test (I know it sound pathetic and that they will be wrong) from psychology webs and guess what, I have anxiety and bipolar depression and a little depression and insomnia and a little eating disorder and I also have the symptoms of bipolar II. it isn't a joke but guess what, I can't tell u any of this cause u will laugh and say “you’re exaggerating u dont need a psychologist, what u need is to stop thinking about yourself”.Oh, and u need to stop saying that me and bro are driving u into a depression, because it just makes us feel bad about our selves.

Remember that time, when u asked me if bro smoked cigarettes and I sad no? well guess what, he does and so do i. u want to kn why? because u cause us such stress and anxiety that we need to let it out somehow and it may be bad for us but in a way it helps us.

I wish u understood all of this, but unfortunately I know u don’t.

Afernoon bedtime. Pets, Dog, One Animal, Domestic Life, Home Interior, Bed, Bedroom, Animal Themes, Day by Andreea Joita on EyeEm