When Will I Get To Be The Sexy Villain That Lounges On An Ornate Throne, Smirking Evilly In A Way That

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”

KAVETHAM IN VEGAS

That is all

I only ever eat half of my sandwiches. Idk man, sandwiches are just too much of a commitment, sorry 🫤

The only revenge I ever got:

Me: I think I’m autistic.

Coworker: No you’re not. Trust me, my brother is autistic so I know what it looks like.

*after the coworker has left and come back a year later*

Me: Hey do you remember that conversation we had last year about me not being autistic?

Coworker: Yeah?

Me: I got diagnosed. I am autistic. You were wrong.

My OL2 oc, who can speak fine around girls but not around boys in Step 1, upon meeting this new redhead who can speak fine around boys but not around girls, also in Step 1: Ah, a kindred spirit.

I got something from the vending machine at work again today, and I noticed that it seems slot 66 always has something red. Last time, it was a cherry pie. Today, it was a strawberry-jam-filled honey bun. Behind the honey bun was a package of two raspberry Twinkies. I will keep updating if I notice any more changes.

Why I Can’t Bring Myself to Tell My Friends I Love Them

I used to tell my friends that I loved them all the time. If I saw them doing something I thought was cute, or if they made an awesome joke, or if they tried their hardest on something, or when I would get the occasional rush of gratitude for them, I would tell them. Love was meant to be expressed when they were still there to receive it, and love was meant for everyone. I wanted everyone to know that love was meant to be given liberally.

Back when my ex best friend cared about me, she was so supportive. She would tell me that there was good in the world and there were things to be living for, and she would always be so happy and in love with life. She was a small person, with a round face and the warmest hugs, and she would tell me that I was worth it. That I was worth loving, that I was amazing, that I made her life better. My second new best friend does that too. She does all of that. They’re different people, but in terms of what they provide me they’re nearly the same, and in terms of appearance, they look similar. And that scares me because there’s a reason my ex best friend is no longer my friend, and to see the same feelings start for someone similar is terrifying.

When I finally acknowledged my first best friend after moving on from the last one, I noticed she was giving me everything my ex best friend couldn’t, but I was resigned to the idea that she wasn’t as verbally or physically affectionate. I still love that best friend, but those are my love languages, and I don’t usually get them from other people. And then my second best friend came into my life and gave me exactly what I wanted and needed that was missing from my first best friend. But now there’s a problem. Because my first best friend isn’t very verbally affectionate, she probably wouldn’t like it if I told her I love her, and even if she did, I would be opening up to her too much and that might push her away. My second best friend would absolutely love it if I told her I loved her, but I’m too worried that I’ll put all my energy into that friendship only to slowly realise that I’m not getting anything back.

I want to love them. I do love them. And I always thought it was a cliché motivation when a character was like “I’ve been hurt before and I don’t want to be hurt again”, but that is exactly how I feel and I couldn’t even trust my second best friend when she told me that she would always care about me because that’s what I told my ex best friend and now I hate her with a burning passion. I hate songs like “Night Changes” or “The One That Got Away” because they remind me that something you think will be infinite could end within a moment, and I hate reading fanfics where characters end up far away from each other with no possible way of regaining the relationship they had before and/or in canon because that’s the truth of life. People will come and go and you can’t do anything about it. Love is never going to be enough if it’s only going one way. Life isn’t a show where everything comes full circle; there are going to be loose ends and regrets and there will be no consolation or closure and everyone leaves eventually no matter how much you or they care. I love my best friends now but if I admit it to them then it solidifies the idea that there’s something to lose, and I can’t stand that. I don’t want to be hurt again. Despite how genuine my best friends may be right now, there will be a day where they don’t care. I don’t want to reach that day. I don’t want it to continue to that point. I don’t want to tell them I love them.

It's hard trying to talk to my mother because when you try to get an answer out of her, she'll imply something that she's not saying and she refuses to say what she means. And when YOU say what you mean, she believes there's a hidden meaning and she won't actually answer your question because she thinks you’re trying to say something else.

@duskianfae YOU GET IT. No because listen, that was almost exactly my thought process.

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"

I love my friends. I love them all so much. They make me so happy, and they make life seem like a wonder. I spent time with them yesterday and it really made me feel so much better about myself, and we got to talk and laugh and hug. I just really love my friends. I never thought this would be possible. Five years ago I thought I would be dead before I ever got to college and yet here I am, living and loving. It’s all for them. It’s all because of them 💜