giant-woman-opal

giant-woman-opal:

petition for gravity falls to slowly become darker and darker throughout the seasons until there’s more crazy body horror like the ice machine monster and the deer, bill cipher utterly wrecking everything, the twins having complete breakdowns, characters actually getting killed off and it becomes a full-on horror show with disney having no idea how the hell it happened and it’s too late to shut it down

ninakathawa
Who is that pretty girl
clad in mascara
with her eyes looking down
upon whoever approaches?
Who is that girl?
Why does she look so familiar
when her eyes are out of focus?
That mane of long brown hair looks like
it would taste soft on my skin
For some reason
I feel she wouldn’t even
ask me to come in.
For some reason
unbeknown to me,
she smiles such a slight smile
that later,
she could deny that you’d seen
Why are there bruises on her arms?
That cold stare makes me wonder if
her chest holds a heart
Makes me wonder if
she knows
she looks like art
Not art, too generic
A human masterpiece
She looks like a tragedy
But more like blasphemy:
god-like, and it comes so naturally
She looks like catastrophe,
like a windstorm and thunder
I wonder just wonder
if maybe there’s something warm under
She faintly smells of perfume
Faintly, but it fills the whole room
What she says: “Do I know you?”
What she doesn’t: “You are staring”
Does she know the captivation
she is wearing?
Who is that pretty girl who
caught my eye and kept it?
Who is this girl
who changed my world perspective
in a way
it seems
she’s perfected?
Who are you, girl?
Why is your
identity
so protected?
ewo95

>my face when Americans call chips “french fries”>my face when Americans call crisps “chips”>my face when Americans call lifts “elevators”>my face when Americans call chocolate globbernaughts “candy bars”>my face when Americans call merry fizzlebombs “fireworks”>my face when Americans call wunderbahboxes a “computer”>my face when Americans call meat water “gravy”>my face when Americans call electro-rope “power cables”>my face when Americans call beef wellington ensemble with lettuce a “burger”>my face when Americans call whimsy flimsy mark and scribblies “pens”>my face when Americans call twisting plankhandles “doorknobs”>my face when Americans call breaddystack a “sandwich”>my face when Americans call their hoghity toghity tippy typers “keyboards”>my face when Americans call nutty-gum and fruit spleggings “PB&J”>my face when Americans call an upsy stairsy an “escalator”>my face when Americans call a knittedy wittedy sheepity sleepity a “sweater”>my face when Americans call a rickity-pop a “gear shift”>my face when Americans call a choco chip bucky wicky a “cookie”>my face when Americans call peepee friction pleasure “sex”>my face when Americans call a pip pip gollywock a “screwdriver”>my face when Americans call a rooty tooty point-n-shooty a “gun” >my face when Americans call ceiling-bright a “lightbulb”>my face when Americans call blimpy bounce bounce a “ball”>my face when Americans call a slippery dippery long reppy a “snake”>my face when Americans call cobble-stone-clippity-clops “roads”

>my face when Americans call chips “french fries”
>my face when Americans call crisps “chips”
>my face when Americans call lifts “elevators”
>my face when Americans call chocolate globbernaughts “candy bars”
>my face when Americans call merry fizzlebombs “fireworks”
>my face when Americans call wunderbahboxes a “computer”
>my face when Americans call meat water “gravy”
>my face when Americans call electro-rope “power cables”
>my face when Americans call beef wellington ensemble with lettuce a “burger”
>my face when Americans call whimsy flimsy mark and scribblies “pens”
>my face when Americans call twisting plankhandles “doorknobs”
>my face when Americans call breaddystack a “sandwich”
>my face when Americans call their hoghity toghity tippy typers “keyboards”
>my face when Americans call nutty-gum and fruit spleggings “PB&J”
>my face when Americans call an upsy stairsy an “escalator”
>my face when Americans call a knittedy wittedy sheepity sleepity a “sweater”
>my face when Americans call a rickity-pop a “gear shift”
>my face when Americans call a choco chip bucky wicky a “cookie”
>my face when Americans call peepee friction pleasure “sex”
>my face when Americans call a pip pip gollywock a “screwdriver”
>my face when Americans call a rooty tooty point-n-shooty a “gun” 
>my face when Americans call ceiling-bright a “lightbulb”
>my face when Americans call blimpy bounce bounce a “ball”
>my face when Americans call a slippery dippery long reppy a “snake”
>my face when Americans call cobble-stone-clippity-clops “roads”