*feels My Body Get Anxious For No Reason* What Is It Boy, What Do You See?

Being sick for anything longer than three days is unreasonable. Like okay, I get it, let's fucking wrap it up here

the only thing I’m grinding are my teeth by accident

in 2025 can we go back to consuming media slower? no more "sorry I'm late to this" two weeks after a game or show comes out, no more "late to this trend" about art memes or prompt fills a couple days later

not everyone has access/time/energy to drop everything and binge/draw/etc the moment a new media property comes out

slow down, let yourself enjoy the media and explore the narratives, quit putting pressure on each other to produce so much work, HAVE FUN

and while we're at it, let the artists and writers and gif makers and everyone else involved with fan content know that you appreciate them. leave a comment on that fic, squawk in the tags, send a (nice) anon

just, let's get back to playing in fandom again, yeah?

i am genuinely so over myself and how i act and what i do. it makes me sick

"what was your childhood like?" idk I wasn't there

does anybody know what’s wrong with me

"I wish we met sooner" is such a gentle sentiment. I love you so much I not only want you in my future, but in my past too. I want to have known you when we were small stupid kids, have held hands together as we played outside. I want to have stressed out over exams together, nudging a mug of still steaming hot chocolate against your elbow to get you to focus. I want to have told you I love you before I did anyone else. I want to have held you in my arms when all those sad memories you describe to me were still fresh wounds. I want my past to have been full of you, and full of meaningful memories with you. I want my past lives to have been spent with you, whether as two lovers, or two housecats cuddling by the fireplace on a snowy day, or two flowers that just happened to bloom on the same day, next to each other. I want to have consumed your existence and intertwined it with my own since my birth, never to be separated from you for a moment. I want to have loved you throughout it all, for all time.

i hear keeping it bottled up inside is all the rage now

i’ve been diagnosed with needy and annoying disease. i will be put down now.