I Cried Today At Work.

There should be a lock button on photo apps so that when I show my conservative parents a picture, they can't accidentally swipe to see all the gay fanart right next to it.

For like a year in junior high, I asked people to call me Dustin, which is not my name. I don’t really remember why I wanted them to call me Dustin but I think it was because my favorite character at the time was named Dustin and I thought he was the coolest dude ever because he had a motorcycle. And then in high school I had to work with this girl on a project and she called me Dustin, and it unlocked memories I had long since forgotten. And I remembered that just now because they took most of the Power Rangers series off Netflix.

I saw fanart of Mr. Will You Do the Fandango and now I can’t breathe I’m simping too hard

I was listening to the Nyan Cat song on Spotify and I kept tuning out so every few seconds I would be like “what is that noise” and then I was like “oh it’s the Nyan Cat song” and then I was like “why is the Nyan Cat song playing” and then I was like “oh wait that’s me”

I see your "Kaveh gets hurt and Alhaitham is forced to face his feelings and confesses before it's too late", but I raise you: "Alhaitham gets hurt and confesses because he's too out of it to have the filter that's usually keeping him from complimenting Kaveh at every turn"

MY ENTIRE SHORT MXTX LIFE I THOUGHT THE GUY IN WHITE ON THE COVER WAS WEI WUXIAN BUT IT’S NOT MY LIFE IS A LIE IT WAS LAN WANGJI THE WHOLE TIME

I rewatched Phantom of the Opera today (25th Anniversary) and now I kinda want to write an xReader AU fanfic where Idia is the Phantom. I don't know who Raoul is, but I'm considering Azul. Feeling a little silly, I might just try it.

Sometimes I want to text my friends happy things, but then I wonder if they’re feeling like being happy, and maybe they’re actually having a bad day and I shouldn’t be happy while they’re sad, so sometimes I don’t text my friends at all.

I’d say at least a fourth of my life is spent telling people, “I was going to go to sleep, but . . .”

Music is powerful because it hurts. It actually, very physically hurts. It feels like a thick balloon is inflating behind your chest and it's spreading to your stomach and arms and fingers and you want to curl into yourself as if that will stop it from growing but it continues on. The nostalgia will only ever be nostalgia. The weekly visits with a friend are now barely even a text every few months. The fandom you dedicated your life to is barely even a passing thought anymore. The ideas that ran through your head now gather dust as a forgotten word document. Life is better, sure, but life used to have them. Why couldn't life be better and still keep them?

This would have never happened if you hadn’t listened to that music. But oh how beautiful those memories are, and there's a smile on your face despite the balloon threatening to pop if you listen a moment longer.