i feel really bad for all the powerscalers born in medieval europe for having to spend all their time chronologging and ranking demons because they didn't know who goku was yet
i wish i was kinder to my 13 year old self
nobody:
people with blue or green eyes when the sun hits their face at any angle:
me: oh dear, how will i store my beloved jacket? if only there were a plastic implement to hold up my fine clothing!
the aptly-named coat hanger:
not to sound like a perv, but i'd play with your hair and listen to your problems
please stop living so far away i want to cook your favourite dinner for you
fuck chemistry im listening to wonderwall
me, vibrating out of my skin : hey can I talk to you about this piece of media real quick? I pinky promise I'll be So Normal about it, like there's no reason to be concerned that this will turn into a three hour long monologue. Like I Prommy that I'm not gonna be a freak about it.
i’m like if a writer did not write and did other things instead
yeah no i will never stop beefing with you
sorry to your wife though she ain't deserve that
making a callout post on tumblr dot com, tpoven is a bitchass motherfucker. he pissed on my wife, etc.
i will NOT shut up about the silly. however,
i will look at you like this.
@tacticalpizzaoven
Oh to be 16 and under the impression that you're the only person your age who enjoys music
i bring something to this relationship best described as “constant conversational curveballs.”
just took some holy antacids that were like skittles and i think thats freaky and weird. like hello, gracious defender, thank you for your service to my evil body— YOU DON’T TASTE LIKE DOGSHIT? impercievable! burned at the stake.
rb to draw a :3 on a mutual’s arm
Btw don't shut up you're not annoying
A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.
His response: "No, it's my name now."
I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.
Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.
hate being obsessed with someone. what am i supposed to do about it? message “i’m thinking about youuu” every five minutes? fuck off
Thinking more about Mech dysphoria today.
Stepping out of your cockpit and stumbling because you don't have the right number of legs.
Blinking your eyes out of sync because you don't have the right number anymore, don't have access to on board cameras the way you're supposed to.
Struggling to grab and pick things up because you have the wrong number of fingers.
Failing to recognize your face in the mirror without layers of armor plating over it.
Feeling like a brain pulled from its body and forced to function independently.