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i'm really happy that, in a world of thinly veiled transphobic media readings, gooseworx publicly confirmed jax was trans

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc spoilers #the amazing digital circus spoilers

why is literally everything so difficult

if you think about it an amnesia plot is just a time loop experienced by everything other than the protagonist

idc0o

Somehow being a person does not come naturally to me

i like pictures that are pretty

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queue button: it's like i don't even exist to you

me: my mutuals get my slop in real time

it's kind of problematic that i only post when i'm pissed off sorry

me making a small mistake: i am not going to be able to achieve anything with my life ever

i'm procrastinating my procrastination activity what the fuck is wrong with me

Tip: ignoring things do not make them go away

omg what

#deltarune #utdr

"how do i run from the inevitable" and search

brawltogethernow

ravioliet

never kill yourself. you have to fill your mutuals dash with shit they don't care about forever, okay?

borgevino

so fucking stupid that meds literally work. "swallow this pebble it makes you think" hateful

teaboot

how could you like the colour yellow

see a therapist immediately

I actually used to hate it! Like, actually despise it! Yellow was too bright, too loud, discordant, unruly, and clashed with everything. Nothing like what I wanted in my life, nothing I wanted to be.

When I first moved away from home, everything I owned was black. Jet back. As black as I could get. Smooth, cool, sleek, discrete, calm, unassuming. Flexible, cohesive, agreeable black. Fashionable black.

I had a really, really bad time. Unrelated to the decor. It was my first year out of a toxic place I'd grown used to my whole life, my first year acknowledging a mental illness I'd believed to be normal, my first year fending for myself with very little money or sleep or companionship.

I'd grown up on instant white rice and unseasoned ground beef. One day I realized that everything I'd been raised on tasted like cardboard. While out on an assignment, I passed a tent with a woman selling spices, and bought myself some turmeric. I went home and tried making curry with it. It was so yellow.

Another time, my professor took us out to a modern art gallery. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but when we got there, the whole building had been painted bright sunshine yellow.

The artist's theme was "happiness".

What it is. How we make it. How to share it.

All bright, lovely yellow.

The house I grew up in was beige. The walls were white. The appliances were post 9/11 stainless steel. My job was to be quiet, compliant, presentable and agreeable.

Black goes with everything. Black is neutral. Black is quiet, reserved, elegant and mysterious.

Yellow is warm. Yellow does what it wants. Yellow tastes sweet and spicy and hot and cool, like a summer breeze, like sunflower petals, powdery like dust on a long dirt road and soothing like well-worn linen.

I still like the look of black. I like the look of most colors. But I like the way that Yellow makes me feel.

Do you understand?