So I was going to make a reaction video as I listened to each song on MKIII for the first time, but for the most part I just looked like a squeeing dummins or danced erratically.
So have some gifs of me trying to robutt (badly) while singing along to Ghost Grinder instead.
Woah woah woah hunny-
Trying to put us out of a job?
I could watch these forever ♥
It’s 2am and I’d give my left arm to be able to drift off to sleep. Feeling worthless, like my best will never be good enough.
Mentally preparing for the worst case scenarios: You’ll never be hired full-time…who would want you? Why reveal the parts of yourself you’ve carefully tucked away? For what? You do so much for other people. SO MUCH, and all you’re left with is emptiness. Darkness. Sadness. And you’d better stop spending money because that fiancee of yours is going to leave you. You’ll have nothing.
Thinking about my mother’s death. Her screams. My grandfather’s death. His last breaths.
How it’s a battle to let people in. How every question, every comment is somehow a personal attack. How my nose is too big and my hips are too wide so how could I possibly deserve friends?
Confusion. Wasn’t I okay a few hours ago? Didn’t I come out of that movie theater feeling refreshed and hopeful? Why can’t I control my brain?
Feeling the need to run away. Take everything that can fit into a backpack and go. Just go. Quit the job, end the relationship, run run run because it’s what I’m good at. Wanting to never wake up.
If you’ve been following this blog, you know that I tend to post uplifting messages, but I think this one is just as important.
Why? Because I feel like this every damn day and I’m still here. YOU’RE still here. These feelings are real and destructive and incredibly painful to bear, but we’re still breathing and that alone is pretty fucking incredible.
“…just for a day. Imagine seeing life through the eyes of someone with this disorder…”—
No, imagine this.
You wake up in the morning and get breakfast. You decide to take a shower before doing the dishes. While you’re in the shower, your partner wakes up and does the dishes for you. You thank them, while inside you are screaming at yourself how dare you leave a mess they’re probably irritated with you they probably hate you god you’re such a slob why did you think you had the right to shower before cleaning up after yourself and you probably don’t eat again for the rest of the day.
Imagine looking in the mirror and not knowing who’s looking back at you. So you dye your hair or shave off one side of it. You buy clothes you can’t afford. You get a new piercing or tattoo as a mean of reclaiming ownership of your body. You may not know what it’s meant to look like but YOU made the decision to change. It’s not good enough. You hurt yourself. You make the commitment to lose 15 pounds. You gain four instead. You punch a window and admire the cuts on your fingers because at least you did it to yourself instead of letting someone else do it to you.
Imagine being in a relationship. They get too used to your breakdowns. They don’t freak out anymore. They know that being borderline means you’ll be okay in five minutes. (And that’s annoying, isn’t it? Five minutes from now, you’ll be a totally different person.) You feel like they’ve stopped taking you seriously. You wonder what you should do in order for them to take you seriously again. Something extreme maybe. So you take a bunch of pills and it hurts them and then you hate yourself for hurting them how could you do that when all they did was love you.
Imagine a restlessness like a feral hunger, and it comes as quickly as you blink your eyes.
No, imagine having no self identity, and having to base your identity on what others think of you and what they say about you. Caring about what others think to the point where they define you more than you could ever define yourself because you simply don’t know who you are.
And then imagine. Just imagine. Getting on the internet. Turning on the news. Overhearing conversations. Borderlines, you know. They’re serial killers. They’re criminals. When you, you know you’ve never hurt anyone. You’re far more likely to hurt yourself. Imagine being the blame for the cruelty in the world, even though you were the victim first. Imagine being a third-degree burn victim. Imagine having no legs.
Congrats, you’ve just scraped the surface of what it means to be borderline.
Do you also want to create ALL THE ARMOR? I’ve released a book!
5$ and I’ll teach you everything you need to know! :)
Yo seriously this is genius.
Loved her cosplay for ages now, and I can’t even begin to say how excited I am that she’s releases this book!
I just wish there was an option to donate your own price if you want it to be above $5, because this girl is AMAZING and deserves every freakin’ penny! ♥
Character design and drawing are tome-sized topics and even if I had all the answers (I don’t - I have a lot to learn), I’m not sure I could communicate them effectively. I’ve gathered some thoughts and ideas here, though, in case they’re helpful.
First, some general things:
MOST HELPFUL THING EVER
THANK YOU SO MUCH TRACY
DASHING THROUGH THE SNOW
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY
YOU’RE SO FUCKING SLOW
AND FAT, WHAT DO YOU WEIGH
YOU CAN’T FUCKING SING
I’LL START A FUCKING FIGHT
GET OUT MY WAY YOU FUCKING HO
I’M DRIVING HERE TONIGHT
JINGLE BELLS, GO TO HELL
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY
OH WHAT FUN IT IS TO RIDE
OVER BODIES EVERY DAY (HEY)
JINGLE BELLS, GO TO HELL
BITCH WHAT DID I SAY
RUN THAT ASS CUZ YOU CAN’T HIDE
FROM MY MOTHERFUCKING SLEIGH
EVERY YEAR AROUND THIS TIME
THIS POST COMES BACK
ETS BACK. HAHAHAHAHAHA.
why have I never seen this I’m dead.
I sang along out loud. No shame.
Insanity wolf is fucking great
This never ceases to please me. Is there an audio where someone is singing this please
We need Deathklok to sing this