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Fr I need to have more confidence irl 😔
imma do some trans vent post here lol
the only transphobia I do is to myself 😎
i ship bunnydoll in the sense that i think jax and ragatha hate each other but would also have a complete breakdown if either one of them were to abstract send tweet
they finally invented an assignment thats not due tomorrow. but the problem is that my body is a machine that turns assignments into assignments due tomorrow
"I don't want people te be worried about me, there's nothing to worry about. I don't want people to try and understand why I am the way I am, because I should be the first person to understand that, and I don't understand yet. I don't want people to interfere. I don't want people in my head picking out this and that permanently picking up the broken pieces of me."
– Solitaire, Alice Oseman.
Relatable.
[said very pleasantly] i see you have mischaracterised my blorbo. that's okay. that's fine. everyone interprets things differently. i'm exploding you in my mind with the power of 9754685 suns btw
Being a flop changed my life. The world is not my oyster, I am glowing. I walked into a pole this morning. There's very little I wouldn't do for $1,000
Ways I Show a Character Is Secretly Lonely (Even When Surrounded by People)
I love writing characters who insist they’re “fine” while clearly radiating the desperate energy of a dog left home alone for eight hours with no enrichment activities.
They laugh too loud at jokes that aren’t funny. And not just a chuckle—like full-blown sitcom audience laughter. Because if they laugh hard enough, maybe no one will notice the hollow echo inside.
They overshare weirdly fast. First conversation? Congrats, you now know about their third-grade trauma and their mom’s weird obsession with Tupperware. It’s like emotional diarrhea: uncontrollable, messy, and a cry for connection they don’t even realize they’re making.
They get way too invested in minor social interactions. The barista remembered their name? That’s the emotional highlight of their month now. They’re writing about it in their journal tonight.
They cling to any group or friend who gives them an ounce of attention. Book club? Bowling league? Interpretive dance class for introverts? They’re signing up just to hear someone say, “See you next week.”
They’re the ultimate “life of the party” but go home feeling like they were never actually seen. Because if you're entertaining enough, nobody looks too closely at the emptiness.
Their texts are weirdly enthusiastic at 2 a.m. "OMG WE HAVE TO HANG OUT!!!!" followed by weeks of silence. It’s not flakiness, it’s a tidal wave of loneliness crashing into a wall of shame.
They constantly post selfies, group photos, “Having so much fun!!” posts… and yet, somehow, you can smell the loneliness through the screen. (If you could bottle that vibe, it would smell like stale wine and unsent texts.)
They stay in bad relationships just to not feel alone. Red flags? They’ve knitted a full quilt out of them. Because someone is better than no one, right? (It’s not.)
They sabotage good relationships because vulnerability is scarier than loneliness. "If I push them away first, they can’t hurt me!" - them, crying alone on a Friday night, claiming they're just "enjoying some me-time."
They have this glazed look when people talk about “close friends.” Like they know what it’s supposed to feel like, but they’re running on Google Image results and secondhand memories from coming-of-age movies.
I have never written fanfic in my life up until this point but about halfway through bg3 i just couldn't *not* do it. I blacked out and suddenly had 3000 words written and I'm not even close to done what has this vampire made of pixels done to my brain chemistry
Everything in my mind is my durge and Astarion. Everything. Song I like? It’s about them. Movie I like? It’s also about them. Every cliche trope and AU? It’s about them too
My brain is so rotted because of Astarion
perhaps those who seek whump/angst fics and those who seek soft/sweet fics are not so different….maybe we all long for what we think will heal us….revenge for some….love for others…..there is a fine line between tenderness and pain that we all must explore and when real life falls short we turn to the characters we project on for the catharsis we cannot give ourselves…..
“Liked your post” just say you want me
felt🙏
the urge to delete everything and restart
and it has gotten me into situations that ruined me !! anyway
𖧞 Note : Though I do enjoy TUYU’s music, I do NOT
support what the composer has done and I hope he gets the help he needs because what he did was fucked up. All respects and condolences to the victim!
Now Playing: If there was An Endpoint. - TUYU (WORK IN PROGRESS)
“If there was an endpoint. If I could only wish, could I go down into the world once again and start all over again?”
"Everyone says that kids these days are terrible. Why though? The truth is, kids are still the same. Parents are the ones who change."