I Am A Sucker For Literal Soul Mates. Like People Who Share A Body. I Love That Shit So Much And I Want

I swear I act identically to the people around me, so why does it feel so uncomfortable?

I can't tell if other people are confusing or if I'm the confusing one.

Inspired by this tumblr post. based on this twitter post

Ollie's doing her best. (bonus after the jump)

I'll be at work, trying to take myself seriously, doing something mature like preparing gas chromatography samples, when Spotify decides that I absolutely MUST hear "The Silly Piss Song" by Pent Up Pup.

Just a reminder that Robots (2005) has two on-screen sexual reassignment surgeries which happen to two different characters.

Get you a girl with too many arms. Get you a girl with an uncommon number of limbs. Get you a girl with uncommon limbs.

I've been terrified of going insane for a long time now, specifically loss of lucidity/memory. When I was in high school, I would occasionally have minor hallucinations when I wasn't getting enough sleep.

The most afraid I've been in my life was once when I lost access to all my memories for about thirty seconds. I couldn't recall any details about my identity or my whereabouts (my apartment).

I think the second most disturbing experience was years ago when I was in the shower and I thought my hair turned into spider legs. It took every fiber of my being not to freak out and start thrashing my limbs all over the place.

The last time I visited my dad, he described two occasions of having hallucinations similar to ones I've had, so I asked if my family has a history of mental illness. He said his grandmother or something like that "went crazy," so that wasn't very helpful or reassuring.

I think overall, the best thing to do is enjoy life now. Worrying about the future will probably just make it hard to deal with. Eventually I should talk to a therapist, but I'm happy where I am.

My friends probably wouldn't believe this, but I consider posting something in my friend group's groupchat 20 to 30 times before actually posting it unprompted. I'm not sure if this is normal or anxiety.

Hmm, the caves call to me... I wish to be underground.

It's funny that it took me so long to start USING tumblr. I started looking at tumblr posts on Pinterest when I was in 8th grade on my school-issued chromebook. I have been an avid reader of tumblr posts reposted to other websites for roughly eight years now, but I just started making the content.