I take blame that isn’t meant for me.
It hurts to do,
But if I don’t take it then who will?
If no one admits to their wrong,
Then it is my job,
Because somehow,
In someway
I am always the catalyst.
Anytime I come along,
Something that had once been buried
Comes to the surface again.
Maybe I am simply bad luck.
Maybe things would be better if I wasn’t here.
Which is why I take the blame,
Even when I am tired,
Even when it hurts me,
Even when it leaves behind scars,
I will always take the blame,
Because if I don’t
I fear they might leave,
And to me,
That is worse than any kind of blame I give myself.
women’s hip bone area is this absolute most hottest thing ever. nothing will ever be hotter to me than a woman’s hip area ugh i’m hard just thinking about it 🫶🫶🫶
That tall femme short masc/ butch combo hits different.
How we feel about my invader zim bra I got, gays
I GOT A GIRLFRIEND FINALLY AFTER LITERAL YEARS BEING SINGLE
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Fear
A thing covered
In the thing called society.
We have created this
This vile
This villain
This deep seated feeling
We have created it
And then we gave it power.
We give it power over our lives
Afraid of everything.
Afraid that if we aren’t a certain way
We will get killed.
Afraid of what others think
Because that is what we are taught.
We are afraid of getting left
Because we are taught
That being left can only equal
Being worthless.
That being left
Is because you weren’t good enough.
You weren’t good enough for them.
You weren’t able to keep up.
You were too different.
You were too unique.
You were too much You.
So they left.
And with them left your worth.
Society tells us,
That without worth,
We are without being.
Without being able to put a price
There is nothing
And then it was all pointless.
Because even the most priceless of things
Is still marked with a price tag.
The world taught us to be open
And to be afraid of the closed off.
That they had to have done something
Something bad
Something terrible
If they had nothing to say.
That if you weren’t open
Then you weren’t worthy of trust.
We say things we don’t want to,
Because silence has become a crime,
Because our safety and comfort
Is at the bottom of the barrel.
When we speak up
Nobody listens
They say we are crazy,
Because that is what history says.
Because that society taught it.
We are taught
That without a partner
Are we really human?
Without love
Without attraction
Without sexual activity
Wouldn’t we be robots?
Wouldn’t you have to be an alien?
And then when we express the attraction we have,
We are told that it is wrong,
And are instilled a fear
Of speaking about who we love
Just in case the person we talk to
Has a fear
And has a weapon
Even if that weapon
Is a word.
We are taught
That fear isn’t real
And that if we have one
We are weak.
When in reality
We are the strong ones
Because we live every single day
Having to know
That the fear is there
And the object could be around at any time.
For me, it is the dark
Because something could be there
And I am most vulnerable
When I cannot see.
For a friend, it is heights
Because you cannot catch yourself
When pushed off of a building.
For another, it is people
Because of what they might say
Or what they might do
And they have to have hope
That someone doesn’t snap
And decide that it was their time.
Fear is not a weakness
It is a strength
That we have been taught
As a necessity.
Bro no why???? I liked the old oneeee, go back. I like the little man guy, but I don’t like the background, and my favorite color is red so. 🫠
I’m bored. Pretty girl come make out with me.
so.
i propose a mishapocalypse 4.0.
on april fools 2023 we all change our pfps to misha again.
terrify away all the twitter refugees
here's the pic
Hey theatre people, how the fuck do I make a technical resume? Please help 😭