I'm Edwin, a 18 y/o, this is an introduction to my personal blog. I'm a young shut-in college student -who is studying Production Arts -, with a fairly mundane yet tiring life. I'm severely chronically online, severely mentally unwell and I'm trying to change.
I'm using blogging to understand life, to talk about the joys, the hatred and the experience. I'm aimless so this blog could go anywhere, Guess you'll have to see where this journey takes me. (Oh Btw I use he/him).
Here's more abt me
DNI LIST
Proshippers, Transphobes, Racists, Homophobes, *Non-sharing* Yume shippers, people who don't like my lifestyle (mainly a Hikkikomori but also a landmine boy. Im not ola6, i promise♡), pedos, Dog ppl (/hj), minors
PLZ INTERACT
Chronically online people, Vocaloid fans, Postal fans, MLP fans, TF2 fans, other autisict ppl, Pokémon fans, Serial Experiments Lain fans, Cat people, House MD fans, Trans ppl, Queer ppl, date everything fans, cartoon enjoyed, Anime watchers, Other Hikkikomoris, Artists, Furries, Professor Layton fans, Ace attorney fans, wendigoon fans/Internet mystery fans & more i might list l8r!
A little more abt me ig? Formatting these is weird lol.
I'm on some dark sides of Tumblr/all of Vent Tumblr. It's great, I say sarcastically. But uh. Yeah. I'm Edwin Jackson, you may call me EJ if you want to make a weird nickname ig. I like all the things above (in the plz interact section) plus other stuff. Check out my strawpage, I like drawing and stuff. This is hard writing an intro, idk how y'all do it?!
My favourite aesthetic is Lain core and memory core, I change my mind a lot tho.
Just had an argument with my mother over the morality of parking in a disabled spot when she shouldn't be. I hate when she does this bc she does it all the time, like i get it when my stepdad is here thats fine because he is fully disabled (he needs a cane because of his back he hurt om a car crash) but fucking still. She doesnt need to when hes not here!!
These cookies have a tender crumb studded with bursts of blueberry and bright lemon zest throughout. The crinkled sugar coating on top catches the light and cracks open to reveal the soft dough inside.
👉 Full recipe here: https://www.havenofrecipes.com/blueberry-lemon-crinkle-cookies/
LOVE LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO LOVE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD LOVE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE LOVE I FEEL FOR JIRAIBLR AT THIS MICRO INSTANT FOR YOU. LOVE. LOVE.
I go to a Korean convenience store. I like to get snacks and some general food from there as often as im in the city (i am usually in my small town because I can't afford to go to the city all the time). But I get served by the same girl about 60% of the time. Now after getting served by her 3 days in a row (I was at one of my college courses that im now graduated from), she began to recognise me and so we'd chat and chat on when she would serve me and it wasnt super busy. She also used to sneak me little extra treats like if I spent £15, she'd sneak me one of those wee kitkats from Japan, like the interesting flavour ones! (My current favourite is the Sugar butter tree one! So yummyyyy!!)
BUT ANYWAYS. I would see her a lot, like its been maybe almost a year, and we've been chatting quietly, but i never got her name because they dont wear name tags. So, today, I saw her sitting outside of the shop clearly not working but just enjoying her free time. I glanced at her and waved in the most awkward way possible 😭. She saw me, and we started talking for a second because I didn't want to be mean and ruin the free time she was having with her friend who was sitting next to her. So I made sure to keep it a little short, but I remember... "i have no fucking clue what her name is... and I havent known for the last year." So I finally ask her by saying "yknow I dont think I ever actually got your name?" And we exchanged names. I won't say her real name, obviously, but if I ever refer to her, I'll just call her "Verbena". If its not obvious I'm very happy to finally know her name, I hope I can be her friend one day! Jesus I sound like a weirdo
There's some weird creep at my bus stop. Keeps staring at these two kids and asking them a bunch of questions, which ive been answering most of the trial questions but even still. Creepy fucker.
I cant tell if im over thinking it or something. The dude clearly isnt from my town either. I made sure that kids got on first, of course but this dude is down right weird!!
There's some weird creep at my bus stop. Keeps staring at these two kids and asking them a bunch of questions, which ive been answering most of the trial questions but even still. Creepy fucker.