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tobias animorphs is truly one of the characters of all time. hes 13, hes a bird, hes a human boy, hes probably autistic, he's half alien centaur monster (on his dad's side), he has the favor of an elder god, his girlfriend has killed hundreds, his best friend is his uncle and also a centaur, hes even a transgender allegory... the boy really does it all
Rainbowdash animorphing into a roach <3
I truly enjoy how much Animorphs is like “here are our young heroes, each with a distinctive trope to fill in the group!” And then it makes you watch how the pressure of each person’s role grinds them to dust. And also they have homework.
“covered in blood” is an ideal state for a girl to be in if you see a girl covered in blood you know she is having a good time
im just going to have to cope with the bad feelings and thoughts for the rest of my life
I wish adhd didnt have the reputation of the oh my god you people cant do anything disorder because i feel like i am barely staying afloat at every single moment of my life dawg. Maybe i have adhd 2 but um jesus fucking christ, jesus christ,
Like i literally feel like a loser. What do you mean the disorder is Affecting me. It shouldnt be doing that, ppl online said thats cringe. Thats not allowed
life has got too hard. i will be casting spells. watch out. all of you are my opps.
settings > wound > my wound > reopen
do not forget this
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wiping my cheeto dust hands on your shirt. i want to build a beautiful life with you
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there’s something about becoming older where everything feels finite. summer isn’t endless, love isn’t eternal. you move homes, your favorite boots fall apart, your dog dies. everything feels consuming and beautiful when it is believed to be eternal. now it is all precious. everything. and there is a melancholy that comes with it.
recurring dead wife flashback where it becomes increasingly apparent that the person remembering her has dishonestly claimed a romantic dynamic to their relationship that never actually existed and erased any conflict that ever existed between them now that she's no longer able to say no to them
dead wife flashback where each time we see her she looks more confused and upset by how she's remembered, then desperate and furious, until she's hammering on the glass screaming to be let out
this isn't how it happened. you know this isn't how it happened. but you still keep coming back, keep disturbing my grave so you can play out your fantasies. voyeurs crowding around my autopsy, straining for the best view; pawing through my entrails like grubby butchers trying to find some golden meaning in blood and shit because you can't bear to face the cold light of truth. you just can't bear the thought of never having really known me at all.
