what was i made for?
“ophelia” by john everett millais but it’s barbie and for the sake of this concept let’s pretend that there is in fact water in barbieland
me whenever i see /pos and /hj: why are you calling me a piece of shit and what do handjobs have to do with any of this :/
In case you think the writers on strike aren’t making good use of their time, think no more!
Only click the read more if you’re fully prepared. I’m taking no responsibility past this point.
Update: looking for 20
+ bonus bros:
as a kid i had one of those “there’s a monster under my bed” moments except real.
every night i would cry about a ghost or something trying to scare me by knocking on my bedroom windows and walls. like, really loudly, every hour or so, every night. only at night. so my dad was like “heh okay kiddo let’s check it out :) ah see? there’s nothing here :)” and left.
until years later he admitted to me that he did in fact hear the unexplainable knocking when he slept in that room one night, and it kept him awake with fear. and suddenly felt awful for not believing little kid me.
imagine your kid being like “daddy there’s a demon in my closet” and you being like ok son lemme just check that for you :). and you open the door and there’s a demon in the closet
WHAT
BARBIE (2023) dir. Greta Gerwig
bein able to reblog posts of deleted tumblr accounts is absolutely the best feature here
its feels like dragging a corpse around through a bacchanal along with its legacy
Tumblr 896 CE, colorised
I’m just Ken
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