All The World Drops Dead

sirkusdyret:

suge13:

sirkusdyret:

suge13:

sirkusdyret:

I started collecting these… because fuck my walled hard and fast. I’ll live by eating rocks. 
Loki and Thanos achieved! 

These have ruined me! I am collecting them as well. I have like, a million fucking silver surfers and green goblins. I seriously only want the rare Loki and the Deadpools. I have duplicates of all the others, except Ultron. Only one of him.

I just want the Deadpools and the Spider-man one :’D But heck I’ll collect them all..or try. 
I feel lucky though, I already got one of the uncommon ones and I’ve only bought like two packages. 

Did you get in on the limited edition San Diego comicon minis? They sold em at the book store for awhile. They might still have some. Those were agony to collect because you could only buy one per person. I had my brother buy one, my niece, myself… Lol. Crazy.

Oh my gosh no D: I live in Norway. We don’t get exclusive stuff. Like ever.

Awwww well that’s a bummer :-(

sirkusdyret:

suge13:

sirkusdyret:

suge13:

sirkusdyret:

I started collecting these… because fuck my walled hard and fast. I’ll live by eating rocks. 

Loki and Thanos achieved! 

These have ruined me! I am collecting them as well. I have like, a million fucking silver surfers and green goblins. I seriously only want the rare Loki and the Deadpools. I have duplicates of all the others, except Ultron. Only one of him.

I just want the Deadpools and the Spider-man one :’D But heck I’ll collect them all..or try. 

I feel lucky though, I already got one of the uncommon ones and I’ve only bought like two packages. 

Did you get in on the limited edition San Diego comicon minis? They sold em at the book store for awhile. They might still have some. Those were agony to collect because you could only buy one per person. I had my brother buy one, my niece, myself… Lol. Crazy.

Oh my gosh no D: I live in Norway. We don’t get exclusive stuff. Like ever.

Awwww well that’s a bummer :-(

sirkusdyret:

suge13:

sirkusdyret:

I started collecting these… because fuck my walled hard and fast. I’ll live by eating rocks. 
Loki and Thanos achieved! 

These have ruined me! I am collecting them as well. I have like, a million fucking silver surfers and green goblins. I seriously only want the rare Loki and the Deadpools. I have duplicates of all the others, except Ultron. Only one of him.

I just want the Deadpools and the Spider-man one :’D But heck I’ll collect them all..or try. 
I feel lucky though, I already got one of the uncommon ones and I’ve only bought like two packages. 

Did you get in on the limited edition San Diego comicon minis? They sold em at the book store for awhile. They might still have some. Those were agony to collect because you could only buy one per person. I had my brother buy one, my niece, myself… Lol. Crazy.

sirkusdyret:

suge13:

sirkusdyret:

I started collecting these… because fuck my walled hard and fast. I’ll live by eating rocks. 

Loki and Thanos achieved! 

These have ruined me! I am collecting them as well. I have like, a million fucking silver surfers and green goblins. I seriously only want the rare Loki and the Deadpools. I have duplicates of all the others, except Ultron. Only one of him.

I just want the Deadpools and the Spider-man one :’D But heck I’ll collect them all..or try. 

I feel lucky though, I already got one of the uncommon ones and I’ve only bought like two packages. 

Did you get in on the limited edition San Diego comicon minis? They sold em at the book store for awhile. They might still have some. Those were agony to collect because you could only buy one per person. I had my brother buy one, my niece, myself… Lol. Crazy.

sirkusdyret:

I started collecting these… because fuck my walled hard and fast. I’ll live by eating rocks. 
Loki and Thanos achieved! 

These have ruined me! I am collecting them as well. I have like, a million fucking silver surfers and green goblins. I seriously only want the rare Loki and the Deadpools. I have duplicates of all the others, except Ultron. Only one of him.

sirkusdyret:

I started collecting these… because fuck my walled hard and fast. I’ll live by eating rocks. 

Loki and Thanos achieved! 

These have ruined me! I am collecting them as well. I have like, a million fucking silver surfers and green goblins. I seriously only want the rare Loki and the Deadpools. I have duplicates of all the others, except Ultron. Only one of him.

coveredinsnow-:

ilovemaydayparade69:

rubee:

"why dont you just give him a chance"

idk because im not physically or mentally attracted to him and ‘but he likes you’ or ‘but hes really nice’ isnt going to change the fact that im not interested

Damn, I don’t think women know how much that really hurts

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Yeeeah it hurts about as much as when guys tell girls they aren’t skinny enough, or they’re not pretty enough, or they’re too weird or they’re fake gamers or pretend geeks or they’re not blond haired and blue eyed, or they have weird feet and so on and so forth…

Seriously, if you aren’t attracted, you aren’t attracted. Get over it.  

(via gerardwayisatimelord)

Just take a moment…

Hello! My name is, well that’s not important. Most people call me Suge anyways. It’s erased any need to introduce me as my real name. I save that for special people…

I suffer from bipolar disorder. Everyone thinks it’s funny to ask if I hate it and love it at the same time, and then they laugh like that’s the funniest thing they’ve ever said. I just stare. It’s not that amusing, I could have come up with a better joke.

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My mania takes me by surprise, and I rattle on about everything all at once it seems. There is no quieting that part of myself. I was at the mall, walking around with my bro, and I was talking about three or four different things all at once. My brother is good at listening and letting me have my moment. Someone was walking behind me (I was walking backwards talking to my bro) and my brother said to watch out. I froze, just stood there, mid sentence, arms flailing until the people passed.

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My brother laughed. I laughed. I liked that memory.

I woke up this morning feeling suicidal. Hating myself. Wish I was courageous enough to kill myself. Wishing I had tried harder in life. UGH! I hate you! I said to the mirror repeatedly.

Ten minutes later, I was sitting on my bed playing fruit ninja, then I went to work. My mood was slightly better, but I listened to David Bowie the entire way to work and cried.

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I got to work, put on my best face possible and started the day. I’m a liar. I pretend it’s all okay. When I trust people enough to tell them I’m bipolar, they tell me, “No you’re not. You’re too funny.” Some people need a lesson in masks.

As for my face, I hate it. I always look mad or deep in thought or confused. I have a resting bitch face. Oh well. Couple that with the fact that I emote differently than most, and people think I’m a cunt. A bitch. To say the least, I don’t have many friends.

An example? My friend was telling me how excited she was to be pregnant and have a baby. I said that was great. I said it in a monotonous voice. She looked upset that I wasn’t more happy for her.

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A couple seconds later, I was nerding out over a ladybug. A reminder that, I’m not here to please anyone. I owe my smiles and excitement to no one.

My mood right now is sad. I want someone to hold me and tell me it’ll be okay. But I hate being touched.

I’m thirty years old. Bipolar. ADD. PTSD. I was sexually abused. Sad face. When I had the courage to tell my mom, it was shot down and it is now the one subject we cannot discuss. My mom still maintains contact with my abuser. I just can’t win.

Sometimes, I have no words.

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Which is bad. Because I’m a writer. Not published. I write poetry and sometimes, weird short stories. I also read a lot. I’m also a geek and a bit of a nerd. I collect things. Journals. Pens. Funko pop toys. Everyone’s bullshit.

And I’m bad at making friends. Or keeping them. My outburst, mood swings, constant depression and introverted-ness has helped me achieve hermit status. Being around people is exhausting. It makes me nervous and edgy. It makes me feel like cutting. It makes me hurt in places I didn’t know I could hurt. It makes me want to run away from it all. It makes me wonder why people befriend me. Friendships aren’t permanent.

I’m also a cutter.

I’ve been at it since I was thirteen. Proof that the pain can last past your teenage years. I hate it but I love it. I’m in therapy for it, trying to heal. Trying to find other ways to cope. But there isn’t anything as satisfying as bleeding. I try to channel my sadness, hatred, rage, and frustrations into something creative. I try to write the pain away. I try to paint it away. I craft to keep my fingers busy. Sometimes it works. Sometimes it doesn’t.

I hate myself.

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But sometimes, I’m not so bad. I like that I’m independent. I don’t date. I try to convince myself that all I need is me. But I’m just sparing someone the misfortune of being with someone who can’t love herself. Someone who is fat and ugly. Someone who is too free willed for her own good. Someone who can’t argue. Someone who is one step away from ending it all. Someone who is too trusting and too nice when she doesn’t need to be.

Someone like me. A big fucking mess.

Being Suge ain’t all it’s cracked up to be. I wish I could disappear. Maybe someday, I will. That would be nice.  But for now, I am stuck in this body. I am stuck with this brain. I am stuck with this way of thinking. It’s a love hate relationship. I’m trying to love myself. But I hate everything about me. I’ve been in therapy for over a decade. I don’t believe in “it gets better.” I believe in “Something better come along.”

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And that’s okay. Because I’m the one who has to deal with it. A lot of people have to deal with me too, but I’m not responsible for how they do it. I just gotta be me. I’m off kilter. I’m weird. I don’t believe in shaving my legs and sometimes I forget to put deodorant on. I wear skirts with superhero shirts. I love my cat more than I love anything else. I hate my bird (he’s annoying). My job is boring. I’m overweight. I love to swim. I gamble a lot. I think applesauce solves most stomach problems. I love the rain. I dislike the sun. I’m afraid of losing everything. I’m not afraid of dying. I miss my grandparents. And sometimes, I take extended breaks at work so I can cry. And that’s okay. Because this is me.

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PS. I don’t have that Mohawk anymore LOL

alwaysinit:

"I Have No Idea What I’m Doing"  (Raptor 02 (1993))

I seriously think I have this comic somewhere at home. And yes, what the fuck indeed.

alwaysinit:

"I Have No Idea What I’m Doing"  (Raptor 02 (1993))

I seriously think I have this comic somewhere at home. And yes, what the fuck indeed.

(via infinitemachine)

GOTG

xmichiyo:

suge13:

Am I the only one who refers to Yondu as Space Merle?

No you’re not, I just saw the movie today and I couldn’t stop calling him Space Merle.

Well thank god lol. He did a great job as space Merle.

Behold. I needed to break a twenty.

Behold. I needed to break a twenty.