They Are Trying To Make Me Think I'm Insane, But I Know I'm Not, And I'm Gonna Resist This Situation

i've been afraid of lizards my whole life, those little bastards just seem so off, but my younger sisters have taken after me and are also afraid of those fuckers, which means i am no longer afraid whenever i'm with them

oh your pronouns are he/they?

well that’s mathematically incorrect becuase you can still simplify the fraction since both sides have “he”

making your pronouns technically 1/ty

when my heart stop spilling out of my chest from anxiety, and my legs stop bouncing, and i can fucking concentrate at anything at all you'll see my power

her eyes were the sickly green of the sky before a tornado, and to his horror he discovered she could throw cows around just as easily

the number of hours we have together is not so large btw. you can linger in the doorway uncomfortably if you want idk. you can forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it if you even care

I’m so tired of hot actors with no actual talent or magnetism. we need more ugly little cuntservers giving performances that fuck so hard you leave the theatre with road rash. willem dafoe if you’re out there

like there comes a point where you think something is fundamentally wrong with you. and then it turns out it’s just Friday and you haven’t washed your hair in three days and maybe you’re also just a little lonely and the combination of all three of those things is whittling a hole into your chest every time you breathe. but also the sun’s up. and you’ve survived everything so far, so you’ll survive this too, even if it hurts, even if you have to survive it many times.

modern social media should stop offering "sync with your phone contacts to follow them" options and start offering "block all your phone contacts so they never see your account" options

A ghost stegosaurus visiting their newly discovered bones. They’re so happy you found them!

does it ever drive you crazy how you have never met the present you? cause the second you process the present you it has already become the past you, so you have only ever met past versions of yourself, even if it was only for the matter of fractions of seconds