The Chair Fic is Teleny for the 21st century.
Peter Solarz
KIROKAZE
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

JBB: An Artblog!
taylor price
AnasAbdin

pixel skylines

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will byers stan first human second
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

blake kathryn

Discoholic 🪩
NASA
d e v o n
art blog(derogatory)
trying on a metaphor
Sade Olutola
we're not kids anymore.
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@katonianoverlord
The Chair Fic is Teleny for the 21st century.
I want to know what it is to be loved. What it is to matter. But I don’t think I’m that person. I wish I was.
You’re living your life. Everything is mostly normal when a brunet white man sits you down to insult you in the most creative way. The sky opens up. Magma flows down from the heavens and a skateboarding Joan Crawford holding a knife and a wire hanger is heading straight for you. In the background, a capella is brewing.
You look down, in horrible.
Executive Producer:Ryan Murphy
Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.
Absolutely never.
oscar wilde would have been a phannie.
How I feel reading smut while being scared of intimacy in real life
I love being called out on Tumblr.
I’m now choosing to think of Dan and Phil and the house generally as an elite content house.
i don’t usually make these kinds of posts but in the tags tell me what symbolic imagery you associate yourself with i’m curious. personally i associate myself with dogs, eyes, the color red, and wings.
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Reblogging because it’s a damn potato and I want to encourage people to assume potatoes are magical.
Even the littlest blessing matters. 💚
I get so excited when I see this
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Then bring me luck
the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work
I GOT A FUCKING RAISE THE POTATO WORKED WTF
This potato works. Every. Fucking. Time.
Then bring me luck
the day after I posted this last time I was notified that I was selected for a really cool mentorship gig and got an unrelated glowing review at work
I feel so alone a lot of the time. I’m not even sure what would fix it. It’s there when I’m with friends. With family. It’s there when I’m alone. I’m not sure when it’s worse.
I accidentally like a photo of someone I hated in elementary school and I instantly unliked it and now I feel crazy. I very much want to crawl in a hole.
Honestly, I want to feel half so strongly about things as the characters in media. But it all feels like I’m slogging through an ocean to reach those feelings. And when I finally touch them it’s too much, too quick and everyone thinks I’m crazy. Maybe I am crazy. Maybe I’m just depressed. I’d ask my therapist, but I chose a mortgage over mental health.
I want to know that I can be enough. That I’m okay to just keep going as I am without worry that I’m somehow hurting everyone around me. Because I don’t put up boundaries and I don’t tell people they’ve hurt me until it’s too late and when they tell me I’ve hurt them I take it as a deadly offense and see it as them not giving me the benefit of the doubt because boundaries are a bad thing to express. Instead, they should be picked up on entirely by emotional intelligence. Because that’s a sensible way to be. No wonder I always end up alone.
I want to dance in the field of ashes where I was formed. I want to celebrate the loss of you and others like you. I want to live with the weight of rolling eyes and open judgement. And if that makes you uncomfortable, don’t rsvp.
I want someone to be sad when they see me because they see me without you. And anything less is bullshit