It's not the waking, it's the rising

Hello friends welcome to the garbage pit. The name's Ryn. Met The Bog King for my 22nd birthday and im still riding that high 4 years later. They/Them. I'm just a tired writer trying my best. If you want, you can buy me a coffee at 
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barbenhimer has been such a fascinating thing to watch unfold imagine pulling up to the function to a sea of pink and black and thinking “i know exactly what these people are here to see.” little girls and middle aged women alike were wearing pink. there was a dude who rolled up in a suit and got a ticket to barbie. ive never seen this kind of theatricality for a movie release and i love it

the-cheshire-cat-grin:

despite the kind of inner turmoil of trying to navigate being an autistic adult who was never diagnosed it is objectively funny being a preschool teacher because every day my coworkers come up to me like “you can just tell poor billy bob is autistic because (insert thing ive been doing since i was a toddler)”

its actually incredibly heartwarming seeing one of my students pace and talk to herself like i did/do, meeting her was like meeting a tiny me

despite the kind of inner turmoil of trying to navigate being an autistic adult who was never diagnosed it is objectively funny being a preschool teacher because every day my coworkers come up to me like “you can just tell poor billy bob is autistic because (insert thing ive been doing since i was a toddler)”

the-cheshire-cat-grin:

i mean this in the nicest way but why WHY must people over 40 insist on reading every post they see on their phone and then stare at you like they expect you to respond

and they INSIST on telling you the same stories. i cant mention any of our problem students without Them immediately going “well you KNOW that they (cue tangent on why theyre a demon)”

i mean this in the nicest way but why WHY must people over 40 insist on reading every post they see on their phone and then stare at you like they expect you to respond

why did the monsters depend on scream energy to power their world like why couldnt they use solar power

babe are you ok i know youre trying to listen to preachers daughter but i noticed when you did the scream in ptolomaea it didnt seem as silly and goofy as you said itd be. its totally fine its just i noticed you ripped some of the pillows with your teeth and fell to your knees in prayer so i just thought id ask if youre ok. no babe im not mad about the pillows im just wondering if you have some unresolved family trauma thats being exacerbated by the southern baptist themes in the album.

listened to too much ethel cain tonight amd now im

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the-cheshire-cat-grin:

“preachers daughter is about religious trauma! preachers daughter is about generational trauma!” have you considered that preachers daughter is a cautionary tale about what happens when you trust a man from florida

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ON GOD

(via lovesick-bitchcraft)

physically mentally emotionally and spiritually going through it rn