MOVED

aight there are too many cool blogs and im dyin scoob so even though my icons are nowhere near done im gonna officially close this blog and move to my new one!! keep ur eyes peeled for a New And Improved Harley Quinn 👀👌

• 001. love-- but like, the kind of love that’s just too big to keep inside, the kind you can’t stop thinking about, the kind that makes you smile like an idiot at random times throughout the day. doodling hearts and flowers all over your notebook margins love. automatically thinking of them when you see stuff they’d like love. romantic love. platonic love. all the love. so much love.
• 002. laughing really hard over something you find genuinely funny-- the simpler, the better. the kind of giddy you get after reading something random and stupid on the internet but it just gets you and you end up laughing about it for half an hour afterwards. laughing at dog videos. laughing at puns. laughing at a funny face your friend just made. snorting, spilling your drink out your nose, cackling, clutching your side. that kind of laughter.
• 003. looking at somebody and imagining what your life would be like if you fell in love and got married. wondering what they’re like in bed. wondering how it would taste to kiss them. wondering how they’d propose to you. the thought disappears as suddenly as it came in the first place, but it wasn’t unpleasant while it lasted.
• 004. everyone you love is so genuinely utterly good in your mind that you can’t fathom why anyone would ever dislike them. you sniff out sadness like a bloodhound and you want to track the cause and snarl scarily and sink your teeth into it and crush vertebrae. nobody hurts your friends. nobody.
• 005. a man has hurt you and you still love him. this is not in spite of him hurting you. this is because you hurt him back in equal measure. because he is the king and you are the queen. you are the queen. you carry sledgehammers and you sic wild dogs. you do not let people hurt you anymore.

• 001. a running jump into your arms or onto your back and her arms thrown around you carelessly.
• 002. a big long loud kiss on your cheek, MMMMMMMMWAH, usually accompanied by lipstick.
• 003. all five fingers wiggling and a childish giggle.
• 004. “hey, bay-bee!”
• 005. “hiya!”

• 001. red. bright red. coke bottle red, cherry on top of the ice cream red, candy apple red.
• 002. blue. the kind of innocent color you picture when you think of cloudless skies. in the right light it turns into the sterile and washed-out shade of hospital tiles.
• 003. pink. glitter confetti, scar tissue, sticky lip gloss. the most eye-catching highlighter in your backpack. feminine and cute and lurid and loud and impossible to ignore and sometimes painful to look at.
• 004. yellow. the sun with a smiley face in the upper corner of a child’s drawing.

• 001. strawberry shampoo.
• 002. elephant ears. you’re at an amusement park and somebody just walked by with an elephant ear and you can’t remember the last time you had one and your mouth is watering and you’re feeling in your pockets for change to buy one.
• 003. cigarette smoke. hers? her boyfriend’s? her boy friend’s? nobody knows. it seems like a physical manifestation of the phrase “relying on the kindness of strangers”.
• 004. cake. maybe she was baking one, or maybe it’s her perfume, or maybe she was eating one. or maybe all three.
• 005. blood. more often than not it’s someone else’s that she gets all over her. she’s enthusiastic, not effective.

• 001. the harlequin costume.
• 002. a dark grey pullover hoodie with the letters GSU printed across the chest. it’s pilled and faded and even has a few seams starting to fall apart, but she refuses to get rid of it. maybe it’s the pride she has from getting her doctorate. maybe it’s something else from her college career. she’ll never tell.
• 003. fishnets stockings. you think you’ve seen her wearing an intact pair maybe once in the whole time you’ve known her. the knees are always missing.
• 004. a black combat boot on one foot and a red one on the other.
• 005. a man’s worn-out blueish-greyish-blackish t-shirt that can only cover one shoulder at a time and reaches halfway to her knees.

• 001. scented markers.
• 002. sledgehammers. pieces of things that used to be human body parts may or may not be present.
• 003. stuffed animals. every single one has a name and personal history.
• 004. heart-shaped glasses.
• 005. lipstick.

• 001. popping gum and slurping soda.
• 002. sleeping around.
• 003. biting her nails.
• 004. falling for all the right people in all the wrong ways.
• 005. flirting with death. or, at least, giving death a hand-job in the back of the movie theater.

• 001. kicking her feet.
• 002. puckering, chewing, sucking, biting. her lips, i mean.
• 003. twirling and twirling and twirling and twirling.
• 004. propping her chin on her hand.
• 005. everything is open. her heart, her arms, her legs, her mouth. somehow she still makes it look innocent.

• 001. 90s glitter glam.
• 002. sweet girl, but her mascara’s smeared and you saw her smoking cigarettes on the fire escape last night.
• 003. neon at night.
• 004. sunlight streaming through the window and making her blonde hair glow.
• 005. lay among the flowers. wonder what they’re whispering about. be content to know it is too beautiful for your human mind to understand.