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chili - academanic - he/him

[chilli-talks-a-lot]

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yo I'm Ian. I'm a faggot life update: - trans man. aromantic. queerplatonic polyamorous - i got diagnosed with and medicated for bipolar - i'm like. super absurdist now - i'm 6 chapters into writing my book! - i'm reading chain-gang all-stars - my favorite albums right now are Redeemer by Norma Jean, There Is A Hell, Believe Me, I've Seen It by BMTH, Around The Fur by Deftones, and Moments Elsewhere by Johnny Booth - i'm pretty into The Pitt rn

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maybe i could like someone queerplatonically or maybe they could HANG ME IN THE STREETS FOR WITCHCRAFT

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psych is very late to medication follow up

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i'm SO ttiresdsdd...

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straight to honk mimmimimimi land

[kittykatninja321]

my advice to the kids is that they should fight people on the playground while they can still get away with it without legal consequences

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my pitt doodles

reblog if you think I should draw the two of them doing gay things

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this guy transed his gender

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i love reading my old tumblr posts and going, "oh yeah. undiagnosed bipolar disorder. that makes so much more sense now"

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I'm losing it

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choose your own adventure!

it's 11 pm.

a) go to bed

b) lie awake out of guilt for being unable to complete schoolwork on time

c) work until you collapse from exhaustion

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when I make it big, me and the homies ALL getting top surgery on god

[slavisma]

how can i admire you without it getting weird. and if it gets weird will you mind

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I love how on tumblr if you post about really niche things they'll always reach their target audience, like... one night I was really insane about wordgirl and posted about it and like 3 wordgirl fanpages liked it I love you btw

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

[strike-another-match]

overhearing my neighbor rant on the phone top of his lungs and his friend is saying something in calm voice and he goes NO. NO NUANCE. STOP SAYING NUANCE. MY BOSS NEEDS TO DIE

[anarchist-rat-swarm]

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thrashing around like I've been possesed: I need to MAKE something I need to LEARN something I need to DO something my brain is the only perpetual motion machine to exist ever because I am never satisfied in stagnance