Lord, save me from this fucking Goth humor.
I reblog this every time I see it. I just cant
Today at dance class
I thought I should wear leggings
I thought very wrong
WITCH FASHION WITH FAMILIARS I’M SO FUCKING HERE FOR THISGaultier’s spring 2008 show
I want a movie about a kid who just so happens to be born a Classic Gothic Hero, but in modern day. His name would be like Byron Dangerfield or something.
Whenever he has EMOTIONS, there are claps of thunder and lightning. Every time he leans against a piece of furniture, it turns out to open a secret passageway leading to some dark secret, until eventually he’s just like “REALLY, GUYS?” All bad dreams are prophetic, even if it’s just that Starbucks will be out of pumpkin spice syrup the next day. Every girl he talks to swoons a lot and has a tyrannical heavy-browed father who are all played by the same actor. Ravens flock around him.
There are inexplicably paintings with moving eyes and moving suits of armor everywhere he goes, even McDonalds. Every time he moves to a new apartment, there is ALWAYS a screaming woman chained up in the room above his, and she invariably sets the place on fire. He’s so over it.
He has never stood upon a moor(on, on; he has to remember to stop using that preposition, it is archaic and it morbs people out) that was not windswept and dreary. After he lost that fifth coat to strong winds he just gave up on North England entirely.
He has never seen a full moon; not entirely. Whenever he tries, he sees but a bit of it through a veil of brooding clouds and the scraggly branches of leafless trees, clawing at the gloom towards its alabaster glow. They are so much like hands, he thinks; the gnarled, withered fingers of man, that fallen, ragged vagabond, reaching -tremblingly, achingly- for a redemption he shall never reach. He also wishes he could stop thinking up all these ridiculous rambling metaphors and similes about everything he sees or does I mean CHRIST it’s embarrassing just having all this purple prose in his head why him? Why is he tormented so?? Why has God chosen to Afflict him thus??? What crime could be so great tha-
He has to remember the exercises his therapist taught him. Deep Breaths… iiiinnn… ooouut…
He tries not to dwell on the injustice of it all. Dwelling just leads to rants. His natural talent for soliloquy and monologue certainly served him well in the theater(he had to give up on acting though; all those sordid love-triangles, jealousy-fueled murder-suicides, and mysterious disappearances that seemed to follow him from company to company[even to a dinner-theater troupe in Cleavland!] got to be too stressful), but it has sent more than a few friends and lovers backing slowly and wide-eyed for the exit. Apparently, flying into 30 minutes of self-pitying heroic couplet when the plumbing breaks is not considered an acceptable reaction by most people but in his defense how was he supposed to know that?!? Besides, broken pipes are serious business; all this wet could give him consumption! He’s supposed to take that in stride??!!?? Byron is also, unfortunately, rather immune to scientific explanations on such matters |:/
It was a fact as inescapable as the fickleness of God and the faithlessness of humanity; Byron Dangerfield of Ravenwood Manor simply could not catch a break u_u
This is more gorgeous than I could have expected in my wildest dreams.
HOMYGAWD SO CUTE
The boxes have Braille. Oh my god the boxes have Braille and the bats are so cute and oh my god I’ll take twenty!
Me when I see one leaf turn vaguely orange
I’m goal is to be fashionable and cute but also terrifying
Yes I have. It looked horrible and didn’t suit me one bit, and the colour didn’t stay in my hair either.
I don’t think I am the prettiest person on this planet and some times I wish I could change parts of myself. But this is my body, it’s the only one I’ve got, and I have to obey its rules. One of those rules is “don’t put any dye on you unless it’s a certain colour of a certain dye or you’ll swell up and have to go to the hospital”. I have a blood problem, a suspected genetic disorder actually which is most likely the reason for my paleness as well. That’s the number one reason I haven’t experimented more with my hair. I’m not going to put my life at risk because someone thinks brown hair doesn’t look good on a goth.
When I was just “starting out” and finding the subculture I felt bad for having brown hair because the stereotype of a black-haired goth was so strong. I started being okay with my natural hair colour on my own (once I learned more and realized that looking like the stereotype isn’t a requirement) but not before experimenting with dyes and having then-strange swelling attacks. All because of the predominant idea that you can’t be “true” unless my hair is jet black or a crazy colour. It wasn’t until I got on Tumblr that I actually learned how many goths don’t dye their hair.
Obviously I don’t know who you are and this ask does have a genuinely innocent feel to it, but this needs to be addressed.
I’m not going to lie; Sometimes I see people with a style that I don’t like or don’t think suits them, or that just looks like a mess to me. But I keep it to myself because it’s not my job to police other people’s looks. I don’t go to them and tell them I think they should change the way they look because I personally don’t think their current style looks good. Would you do that to someone on the street? Probably not, so why do it anonymously online? Was the second part of that ask really necessary?
Someone with low self-esteem could have been crushed when they read your second sentence. It takes so long to build confidence, especially when it comes to being alternative and then being slightly different than expected in some way. It can take years to build that self-esteem but only one comment to tear it down. This was not the case for me because I am comfortable in my skin, I am fine with my brown hair, I am fine with people not thinking it looks good on a goth (heck, most people don’t think goth looks good anyway!). But what if it had been?
My primary reason for having brown hair is medical but that shouldn’t matter. In the end, I dress the way I do for myself, not for anyone else, and that’s what matters.
JOHN AND MIMI’S RELATIONSHIP IN 2 SENTENCES