reminder that this blog, while not politically focused, supports BLM. bootlickers and racists aren’t welcome here, and never will be.
i wonder if there is anyone too nervous to talk to me.
social distancing is okay for me bc ive been touched starved since the 15th century. im used to it.
cows for pattern assignment
About ten years ago I decided that the next step I needed to take in my life was to accept and explore what it meant to be a failure and to have failed. This infuriated almost everybody in my life and clearly terrified a lot of people. People do not want you to accept failure. They dont want you to like... Sit with and think about it and pick it up and turn it arpund in your hands and really examine it. They want you to keep throwing yourself against the impossible walls until your body explodes! They do not want you to say "alright then, I've failed. What does that mean for me? Im still here. What does the life of someone who has failed look like?"
This makes people very angry and panicky.
My mental health improved in ways it had not in the previous DECADE once I stopped. And. Sat. With failure. And thought about what my failure ... Was. And looked at the structures that produced it and examined them critically.
It is so taboo to fail and admit it openly and talk about it. It is so taboo to talk about or think about failure in an accepting way rather than hiding it shamefully until you experience a degree of success in some area which allows you to present the past failure as "a stepping stone" to your current situation. Fuck that. We are put in positions of guaranteed failure by society every day and then punished and shamed for it. Lets fucking talk about failure
shared glances and accidental hand touching.. thats what its all about baby
tfw u wanna talk to someone but u feel like ur annoying them or ur boring and you just
wash ur hands
who cares?? me. so much
you: me, a social distancing intellectual:
*gracefully flips over a quesadilla* anyone would be lucky to have me
comfort
Once I finally have an actual flat and job, I'm gonna start a thing where I invite all my friends over for dinner. And there's gonna be a dress code but it's just "that one outfit you never have any chance to wear". Flapper dress? Awesome. Medival gown that you got at a renesaince fair but don't actually know what to do with? Yes! Prom dress? Of course! Cosplay you made for that one convention? Definitely. Pikachu onsie? What would be more fitting?
i am the shyest attention whore ever
me ? a romantic ? mayhaps . hopeless ? exhaustively
i have feelings for u. not telling u which ones.
You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, now in quarantine
Mr. Mothman….
Moth me a man
it’s like i always say: fuck
my secret agenda is actually just to sit in your room and show you my favorite songs while you explain different things you have on your wall or your desk to me
Imagine being a bear. No bills. You can scratch your back on a tree whenever you want. Seasonal weight gain is necessary. No judgement for sleeping 3 months at a time. It would be beary great.