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In most of these, it looks like they’re trying to find the best costume for him as The Doctor. LOL
I. Am. A. Dorkburger. With. Extra. Cheese.
Yes this is a Christian song, but it holds a deep, personal place in my heart. When I feel like the world is disgusted by my looks, my weight, and/or my scars, this song reminds me that Jesus sees the beauty in my soul, the only beauty that truly matters.
("Beautiful to Me" by Don Francisco)
Yep, I’m THAT Facebook friend. LOL
Oh, and I changed my neighbor’s granddaughter’s photo to protect her privacy. I chose an image that best represented my feelings about Robbin’ Dick. *nods*
It’s not the best pic, but lookit my nails, doe! Nails are fake, but I painted them and I’m really proud of how they turned out! ^.^
Tomorrow morning I go in for mediation regarding the car accident I was in that permanently injured my back and has caused me to live in agony ever since. It will be myself and my lawyer, the guilty party’s lawyer and reps from her car insurance company as well as a mediator. If it goes well, we might finally settle after 3 years of waiting. If not, we go to trial in May. I need all the prayers and positive energy I can get! Thank you all!
Nails fake, long, vicious and perf? CHECK.
Hair cut dykey and dyed black as my tortured soul? CHECK.
New pair of black peep-toe heels to stomp on unworthy bitches’ hearts with? CHECK.
New black and aubergine dress that makes me look like a Starfleet dominatrix? CHECK.
Feeling fierce and looking fabulous? PRICELESS.
Some things money can’t buy. For everything else, there’s a disability check.
hide and seek 2
"And that’s how bunnies are born! What Roger and Jessica were doing in their hutch was wrestling."
Benedict Cumberbatch photobombing Michael Fassbender’s Red Carpet interview.
Ben can you fucking knot?!
Asked by Anonymous Anonymous
It’s definitely not the best benzo, nonetheless non-opiate…
Ativan didn’t do jack for me. Tried klonopins, too. I have PTSD and the only thing that helps me is Xanax.
dystopianvalkyrie replied to your post “angrymadsygin replied to your post: So, apparently I’m undateable. …”
Ugh, that’s THEIR loss, then. . I have noticed that most people expect to be treated like a damn prince(ss) and not give a thing back to the relationship; I often have the same problem. You’re worth way more than people who walk all over you.
I’d like to think so, but my every relationship ends in disaster, so, yeah. In therapy we learn to look at the common denominator in such situations, and that would be me, so it’s obvs my fault. I’m just too fucked up physically and mentally to deserve somebody. Maybe I’ll get that through my head someday and being 5eva alone will get a little easier. Maybe. Probably not. :-/
How did you get to that conclusion?!
Because every time I date someone, they dump me for some lame ass reaason that’s somehow my fault. I can’t want or need anything from a relationship, or the person bolts. EVERY TIME. And not just romantic partners, friends, too.