I Only Ever Eat Half Of My Sandwiches. Idk Man, Sandwiches Are Just Too Much Of A Commitment, Sorry 🫤

Me, pulling my weighted blanket back onto the bed because it had fallen off halfway through the night and suddenly feeling like an AD 30 fisherman who is not able to draw the net because Jesus filled the right side of the ship with a multitude of fishes

It's been a year since last year.

@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"

it’s really weird to me that my life is MY life. like, it could have been someone else’s life, but instead it’s mine. so what am I gonna do with it?

I don’t know why this started but I freaking love vending machines. And not real ones either. I mean like, anime-style cartoon kind of vending machines. It’s the idea of a vending machine on a street where a group of friends meet up every day after school. That’s where secrets are shared and feelings are confessed. It’s where they go when they’re sad, and when they celebrate. It’s big enough for them to climb on top of and sit there, leaning on each other as they stare at the stars or the sunset. And even when they drift apart, move away, or find their own lives, when they come back to visit family, as they cross the road and see the old vending machine still standing, they always have a quarter to spare for their favorite soda. But real vending machines could never live up to my expectations.

My ultimate romantic fantasy: being accepted flaws and all

Not because of them, not despite them, just an acknowledgement that yeah, they exist, and that doesn’t stop commitment.

I have been given many things to cry over this weekend, and none of them were fictional, and also I wasn't able to let myself cry over them

I haven’t had a good long cry in a while and it’s annoying me. I need a fictional thing to lose my heart to.

My brother just posted on his socials that he asked our parents if they were happy with their lives and that they said yes, which is crazy because every time I'm the one asking they always deflate and say no, that they wished it had been different, that they're tired but they're too old to try and change anything so they're just going to wait it out until death. So either they're lying to one of us, or a secret second thing I can’t conceive of.

The one time I ever got caught passing notes in class left me very confused, because it had been reading time and the teacher always let us do our own thing as long as we were quiet, so while she was reading, I gave the girl next to me a note saying that I liked her drawing. She wrote back with another compliment, and we just exchanged them back and forth a few times before the teacher suddenly snapped up the paper and read it. She often read notes out loud to the class, but she didn’t that time, and then she told us to not write notes again. Excuse me, miss, this is READING TIME AND YOU ARE INTERRUPTING THE CLASS BY STOPPING A COMPLIMENT EXCHANGE