Crash Out - Blog Posts

As Donna would say - he's got Dad Shock.

(he's gonna crash out if they don't shut up)

rewatching Golden Wind for the 3rd time and i swear i just can’t accept that my glorious king abbacchio is DEAD. like wdym?? he’s alive i swear!!! that was just a clone of him i promise!!! i actually kidnapped him and took him to my humble abode!!! he’s not dead!!! HE’S NOT DEAD NO PLEASE HE’S NOT DEAD

woah ! Dazai ?!? what are you doing here ?!

waitin for them to play Gangnam style..

Best Xmas Gifts Ever (late)

Hehehehehehew guys omg my siater is the best

Guess what she gor mw for xmas heheheheheg

SHE GOT ME MY FAVORITE BABY BOY YUJIIIIII 🥰💕✨💕💕✨💕🧎💪🏾✊✨💕✊✨🥰💪🏾💕✨✨

SHW GOT ME HIM and he's so angy and silly and I lob him aaaaaaaaa

His shiny ass lil silly ass lmao

:3

He's literally everything to me 😭😭😭😭

and he got the 🗣️💪🏾🖤💥BLACK FLASH 💥🖤💪🏾🗣️

She also got me the most evil pookie everrrrr 👹😈💀👹🗣️🗣️🖤💕🖤💕🖤✨💕👹🖤💕🤧🤭🤪🤪🤪🤪🤭😁🤪😁🤭🤭💕🤭💕😁🖤🤪💕🤭👹😁🖤💕🤭✨🤭✨🗣️🗣️🤭✨🖤😁🖤😁👹👹🤭👹🤭💕😁😈😈🖤😁🖤🤪🤭💥💕😈🖤😁

>:3333

I'm so totally normal about him guys trust

Rhrgrheghehehege

I S W E A R im so normal about Sukuna guys you don't need to go through my post history honest

So I just watch half of The Princess Bride in class, and if you don't want me to ruin it for you, stop reading.

They look like siblings.

I'M SORRY😭 Blonde people being in relationships just icks me. How are you comfortable kissing another blonde person who looks like you?? Like c'mon Buttercup, Westley looks like your biological brother. Or a cousin, AT LEAST✋️ What were the directors and/or writers thinking? Like, don't get me wrong, the half of the movie that I've watched so far is great. Story, perfection👌 BUT THEY LOOK LIKE SIBLINGS. It popped into my head while watching it and I ruined it for myself🥲 Anyways...😝 Thanks for listening to my (probably) unreasonable crashout☺️🤭

SIBLINGS^

EVEN THEIR EYE COLOUR IS SIMILAR😭✋️

If I didn't make this video, I would've made Transformers One an exaggerated documentary.

I bit my tongue and the blood was soured with spite type shit

“I hate writing”

- I an aspiring playwright says, staring at the blinking cursor on a blank screen.

(Someone put me down before I crash out)

just saw someone say that ray toro sucks at guitar, Mikey doesn't do anything, Frank iero can't play, and that gerard way cant sing. WHAT???????????? GHELLOO???????? FALSE FALSE FALSE AND FALSE???????? DO YOU HEAR RAY????? DO YOU SEEE MIKEY???? DO YOU SEE AND HEAR FRANK????? GERARD WAY CANT SING????? GGGGHHHHEEEELLLLOOO??????????? please like... listen to the band?? like what... someone also said Patrick stumo cant sing... WHAT????? this man has a 3 and a half octave vocal range and is SO GOOD??????

shoutout to the guy in my ap environmental science class who started losing his shit mid practice exam cuz he didn’t know the difference between independent and dependent variables.

there are these dudes in my science class and they get into the stupidest, most heated arguments for no reason all the time so i’ve started saying “oooo, the girls are fightingggg” every time they argue and it has been incredibly entertaining. they are both mad at me.

So tiktok just got banned 🙁

I didn’t post a lot on TikTok anyway but I guess I’m gonna be on tumblr full time now 💀

On another I’m planning to most more lotf content pretty soon so stay tuned for that!

UPDATE: NEVERMIND TIKTOK IS BACK🧍🏼

So TikTok is back tbh it felt like they turned it off to make it seem trump like is some kind of hero but whatever idc I’m just glad it’s back

I really need to collapse onto the floor right now. Could really use some nice comforting exhaustion

PoppyPlaytime Brainrot after Ch. 4

My prediction before Ch. 4

W/ an alive Dogday :D

There is more to come, but let me say a few words.

Pianosaurus deserved more screentime

Doey should've survived

Dogday should’ve survived.

Justice for Kissy and Doey

Poppy is getting Punted in the next chapter

Self insert player is crashing out after 3 chapters of gore and death and is done with Poppy’s and Ollie’s bull.

This video is on my Tiktok account on 3vieG3ni3

okay this might sound weird but im so happy to be crashing out over finals rn. because for the longest time my depression made me so apathetic about school and my future that i just didnt care, but now i finally care enough to crash out. somethings clearly changing for the better

Nicholas Alexander Chavez: Exist

Me:

let me get this FUCKING STRAIGHT.

MUTANT MAYHEM 2 WAS DELAYED TO 2027.

IM GOING TO FUCKING KMS(not srs!)LIKE WDYM 2026 WON'T HAVE ANY MUTANT MAYHEM/TOTTMNT MEDIA?

LIKE I GET IT MIKEYS ACTOR IS ACTING FOR SOMETHING ELSE BUT HOW IS THAT A PROBLEM IMO.

IM GOING TO GO FUCKING KILL SOMEONE LIKE WHAT THE ACTUALLY FUCKING FUCKITY FUCK FUCK.

okay crash out over bye bye!

I didn’t know what I was saying.

I didn’t know what we were doing.

We could have been everything. I shouldn’t have pushed you away when it got hard. You shouldn’t have gone to her. You treated me like a friend when we were so much more.

I’m seeing my doctor for an antidepressant tomorrow morning.

I’ve had depression since I was 10. Any period of time where I felt happy or safe was always temporary. With some therapy I made it past some of the hardest years of my life, and when I realized I was going to keep living, I decided I didn’t need treatment. I never asked for meds, and I didn’t look for therapy after I aged out of the program I was in.

I didn’t have friends or family that supported me, or even offered to talk. I understand now that none of them would have known what to say.

I wasn’t living. I thought that surviving was the point, and for a while it was. I survived some things that I don’t wish on anyone, but now I want to live.

I want to get up in the morning. I want to spend time going to coffee shops and farmers markets and travelling. I want to romanticize my life, not just drag myself through it.

I don’t know how tomorrow will go. I don’t know if I’ll have to try ten different meds before something works but I want to try.

I spent 30 years scraping by, hoping tomorrow comes and goes quickly.

I want to live again. 

It invades. With each slow breath I slip under. Into the deep silence of us. I fall through to the other side, where we still live. You are in every corner of my mind. I am who I am because of us.

so close and yet so far if only we had known from the start

Six months ago, I messaged you.

Maybe you never saw it, or maybe you just couldn’t reply. You couldn’t fall back in like I couldn’t when you reached out all those years ago.

Maybe we’ll chase each other around the world, through timezones and years, catching up when we can, for the rest of our lives.

Or maybe we can never fall back in.

We had an end date. We chose to fall in love anyway.

In school, I struggled with writing-heavy projects. Everyone else seemed to have no issue writing essays, while it felt impossible for me. I would spend hours just looking at a blank page, thinking through how to start.

When I told my 8th grade teacher that I would be handing in another essay late, he offered to grade my first draft so I could spend more time catching up on other projects.

He understood why I struggled when I told him I didn’t write drafts. I only ever submitted the best version I could manage in one sitting, but only after thinking about the entire essay altogether over multiple weeks.

I’m really trying to learn and understand, while also letting go of that. I want to paint and write and create without over analyzing each step, burning out before I start.

I don’t know how to cope. I don’t know how to heal or forget or move on.

I watched Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind for the first time today. I don’t really watch movies, so I avoided it for a long time, but I knew I would love it.

It’s devastating.

When I think about you, I wish I could forget. We had one intense year. Every minute we spent together, it was just one year. One year of secrets, of competing, of falling asleep on the phone. Just one year of games and arguments and half given truths. If it was gone, I would be okay.

I spent 5 years pretending you didn’t happen. Waving away any brief thought. A quick smile to a memory before pushing it down, until they were all pushed down and nothing left. I didn’t bring you up in conversations anymore. I didn’t check the weather where you were. I deleted our pictures, made new accounts to avoid our old conversations. I turned the radio off when that song came on. I unlearned habits.

When did I stop subtracting three hours every time I looked at a clock?

I would give everything to go back and love you all over again.

Last year, I heard songs that reminded me of you, but I played them on repeat instead of skipping them. I went back to the games we played together. I started to see you in everything. You come up in conversations. You’re always on my mind.

I wrote this six years ago and it’s all still true

I’m still yours.

i see you in every light

when I only wish for darkness

I'm gonna crash out!

Time to go read stories about my favorite old men having a breakdown so I don't

(It helps trust)