#mbelez

✨ @mbelez. meme. still accepting!

maybe this is coming from a personal place but look i want to see more handicapped people being written as absolute scumbags. look at me. i’m deaf. but i’m not ur uwu deaf person stereotype. i’ll stomp a mf out in a minute. i threw a fire ant hill at a girl for calling a slur one single time. it’s okay for handicapped people to do rotten shit in fiction. all this political correctness gljgfdgsdgkl it’s got people too afraid to actually do anything real or daring.

maybe itz cuz ive been around for so long but every deaf person ive seen written was just like.... a little too nice. a little too doormat-y. that’s not how it is at all. break the shackles. we’re flawed and shitty too!

with that said, people with mental illnesses are also flawed and shitty.

ppl on the schizo spectrum may be innocent and sweet and defenseless to YALL

@mbelez​        said      -       “ you lied to me , I'm surprised you managed to pull that one off . "

  @mbelez​ :     ❛  you’ve  got  dark  corners  that  you  haven’t  explored  yet .  ❜ / modern v .                 ↳               –           [ prompt ]

she is made of dark corners :       all which turn and twists within each other ,      leading down the same path  ,      the same agape mouth :     that cold ,       damp well ,      slightly agape waiting for the meddling hands of a brave explorer   ,       bleeding through its cracks its inky black substance .     she’s craved hands that’d rip into her before ,      eyes that would strip her bare of all pretense with joyful glee .    to be seen  ,     to be unraveled .      and yet ,      she  loathes    the idea of being unmasked ,   of having the broken shards of her game of mirrors put together .       such a dreadful contradiction .

            sometimes it was all rosalie could do to count the minutes until she got back to her little house, put on some music and tended to her flowers in the yard. she didn’t have many, of course, what with the lack of space, but the ones she did have, she doted on. if she could, she’d have a HUGE garden and she’d spend HOURS on it. it was the one of the few times she enjoyed getting her hands dirty in a non metaphorical way. 

            she used that time to consider her life and the things she wanted to do, but couldn’t. like pursue music or acting. do what she really LOVED. instead, there she was, going to business school to PLEASE her sister. to help her, because her brothers both bailed and refused to step up. but rosalie couldn’t abandon mia, not after everything.

            not after mia gave up her young adult years to raise her after their parents died. 

            still, it wasn’t fair, and rosalie couldn’t help but wish sometimes that things were different. that she could just DO what she wanted to. life is not fair, she said to herself, it is what it is, and you should know that about now. she grabbed her phone and raised the volume to its limit.

                ❛❛      oh,        i’m  listening,      ❜❜                 hand  cutting  through  air  like  a  flag,        crystalline  fingernails  and  precious  stones,                 ❛❛      it’s  just  that  it’s  not  particularly  interesting.      ❜❜                 mien  genuinely  distressed  about  it           ;           lips  pulled  into  a  flat  line,        nostrils  pinched.        a  fine  velveteen  suit,        hair  gold–spun  and  loose  over  shoulders           ;           princely  elegance.

𝙾𝙷,        𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃  𝙱𝙴  𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃         –––––––––––––––         𝙷𝙴  𝙲𝙰𝙽’𝚃  𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙿  𝙸𝚃.

     "     𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 .     "     it was of it’s own language when all other tongues fell flat , transposed into a clarity that rose above the mouth and resided within the body .     “     thousands of lives can be saved with cruelty when it’s the only thing a person is willing to listen to . not every avenue other than the one they chose is going to be the one they walk own just because you show them that it’s easier .     “