people on tumblr can never say “i have anxiety” it’s always gotta be some shit like “obbghhhg the scaryfulness persists”
can we make a blood pact but platonically. just as friends. we haven’t been doing much bonding lately :(
one thing about me i wont watch a show
I wish you could go into academia with any topic. I mean this both in a "autistic people should get paid to research their special interests way" and a "humanity should be able to fuck around and persue whatever knowledge they want without the horrors (capitalism) getting in the way"
when i say “that reminds me” & theres zero connection you just have to take my word for it theres no time to explain
Mentally I'm half-asleep and dreaming about my stories. Physically I'm at work trying not to have my third breakdown of the day.
There is truly no greater love than taking your most adored fictional character and throwing them into the emotionally-devastating angst fueled trash compactor and pressing every single button on the machine just to see what will happen
January was a tough year but we made it
Call me an expert on transgender issues, the way that I’m transgender amd. having issues
i love tragedy.
i love when a story is sworn to end horribly, no happy endings. it’s fated to fail, and everyone within it will either be dead or go mad or lose everything they love and then some. if only orpheus hadn’t turned back. if only achilles would have listened to patroclus. if only romeo had received the second letter. if only they weren’t all doomed right from the start.
but they’d do it anyway, every single time. to continue to go on knowing something will end in pain is the epitome of love.
if we didn’t love so much, there would be no tragedy. if we don’t accept tragedy, there would be no love at all.
FUUUCKK FUCKING FUCK. GOD DAMN IT. FUCK!!!!!!! the characters. CLUTCHES AT MY HEAD IN PAIN AND DIES. FUUUUCKKKKK